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.

you. Then it’s bonding.”

Mark tapped the brim of her pink fishing cap. “That’s right, kiddo.”

“That’s a boy’s hobby, Soph.”

I smiled because they were sweet together.

But sometimes, it stung.

Fishing was their thing. Every Saturday before sunrise, Mark took Sophie for hot chocolate and cinnamon rolls, then drove to the lake where his father had taught him continue reading …