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.

but my knees locked. “Sophie.”

She stood so fast her chair tipped backward, then stopped halfway to me.

“Sophie? Someone’s here to see you.”

That pause broke something in me.

Her eyes filled with fear. “Are you mad at me?”

I crossed the room, then stopped. Mark had made too many choices for her already.

“No, baby. Never.”

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