My Daughter Vanished Without a Trace After Prom—The Secret Hidden in My Son’s Bedroom Left Me Speechless

out.

Every envelope had the same word written across the front.

MOM.

Or DAD.

Or ETHAN.

Some were dated.

Others weren’t.

One notebook sat on top.

I opened it.

And immediately recognized Emma’s handwriting.

Tears blurred my vision.

For eleven months I’d dreamed of seeing her writing again.

The first page began:

“If you’re reading this, then Ethan finally told the continue reading …