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.

came home slowly: afternoons, weekends, then for good.

The first night in her own room, her door opened after midnight.

“Mom?”

I was already standing. “I’m here.”

“Can I sleep with you?”

I opened my arms.

“Love does not excuse deception.”

Months later, Sophie asked to visit the cabin.

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