to be angry. Instead, I pitied him.

So I left the box alone.

PART 2

I kept a binder filled with everything connected to Sophie’s case.

Maps. Names. Dates. Police notes. Volunteer lists. Every call I made and every answer I received.

Mark hated that binder.

“You’re only hurting yourself,” he told me one night.

“She’s my daughter.”

“She’s gone, Dani.”

I looked continue reading …