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.

and cinnamon rolls.”

Denise touched my arm. “You’re her mother, Dani.”

By noon, Mark came home alone.

The front door slammed so hard a picture frame fell from the hallway table.

“Dani!”

I dropped the laundry basket.

“You know she loves you too, right?”

Mark stood there soaked, gray-faced, his hands shaking so badly his keys hit the floor.

“What happened?”

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