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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“Bring me back a pretty fish.”

She took the thermos from me. “I love you, Mom.”

“I love you more.”

She ran to the garage. Mark followed with his keys and tackle box.

“Dad and I have to catch a monster.”

Denise watched me from the table.

“You know she loves you too, right?”

I stared into my coffee. “I know. I just wish loving me came with secret handshakes continue reading …