My daughter walked out the door for prom and never came home that night — 11 months later, I opened my son’s beanbag chair and screamed at what was hidden inside Interesting For You

The last photograph I had of my daughter was taken at 5:12 p.m. on our front porch.

Elise stood beside her twin brother, Jonah, smiling impatiently while I took far too many pictures. Their father, Wesley, was behind me making jokes because he knew I was already getting emotional.