A year later, I found a medical wristband hidden inside his old red tackle box. The date on it was 3 days after Sophie vanished.
That’s when I realized my husband had let me mourn a child he knew was still alive.
And that’s when I called 911.
My daughter disappeared during her weekly fishing trip.
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Everyone used to laugh when Sophie fell in love with fishing.
SHE WAS 12, ALL SCRAPED KNEES, SHARP ELBOWS, AND A PONYTAIL THAT NEVER STAYED TIGHT. SHE COULD SIT BESIDE A LAKE FOR HOURS, WATCHING A BOBBER LIKE IT OWED HER MONEY.
« That’s a boy’s hobby, Soph, » my sister, Denise, teased one Saturday while Sophie packed snacks.
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