I hadn’t seen my daughter in years, so I never imagined that a stranger would be carrying a piece of her life. What he said to me next nearly stopped my heart.
It had been three years, two months, and fourteen days since my daughter Lily disappeared.
I knew the exact number because I counted every single day.
I counted at red lights. I counted while lying awake at three in the morning, staring at the ceiling and wondering where she slept, whether she had eaten, and if she was safe.
Lily was eighteen when she left.
Her father had walked out when she was seven, so it had always been just the two of us. We built a quiet little life together in our small house.
Sunday mornings meant church followed by pancakes.
Friday nights meant old movies on the couch, Lily resting her head on my shoulder.
Sometimes she would sit with me at the kitchen table late at night when she couldn’t sleep, talking about school, friends, and dreams.
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