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.

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She was 12, all scraped knees, sharp elbows, and a ponytail that never stayed tight. She could sit beside a lake for hours, watching a bobber like it owed her money.

“That’s a boy’s hobby, Soph,” my sister, Denise, teased one Saturday while Sophie packed snacks.

Sophie zipped the lunch bag and grinned. “Not if Daddy teaches continue reading …