My sister went missing before I even turned 10, leaving behind questions no one could answer. Three decades later, I found something that finally revealed what happened that fateful morning.
My sister, Adele, vanished at age 14. I’m Miranda, and I was only eight at the time.
I remember that Tuesday morning as being ordinary, which somehow makes everything worse.
Adele came downstairs with her backpack, complaining about spending half the night preparing for a math test. As usual, Heather, our mom, handed her a lunchbox she’d packed.
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