My daughter vanished after a fishing trip with her father—one year later, what I discovered inside his tackle box made me go completely still.

“I’m coming.”

I looked at him.

“No. You’re not.”

“Dani…”

“You made every decision for a year. Now I make this one.”

Denise picked up my purse and keys. “I’ll drive.”

“I’m going to her.”

***

At the center, a counselor met me in a small office.

“Detective Harris called ahead,” the counselor said. “We’re reviewing Sophie’s file now.”

I gripped the chair. “I’m not continue reading …