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.

come for her,” I said. “I’m not waiting outside while adults decide what’s best.”

Denise touched my elbow. “Easy, Dani.”

“We wanted to prepare her.”

“I am being easy,” I said. “I’m standing here instead of tearing this place apart.”

The counselor nodded once. “Then we go slowly. But we go now.”

She led us down a blue hallway. Every step felt too loud.

“She’s continue reading …