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.

me to teach you?”

I looked at the lake, then at my daughter.

“Yes,” I said. “But go slow. I’m new at this.”

Sophie smiled.

“That’s okay. I know a good teacher.”

Sophie didn’t run ahead with Mark this time.

She stood beside me.

And for the first time, fishing didn’t feel like the place where I lost my daughter.

It felt like the place where she finally let me continue reading …