The next day I took everything to the police.
Investigators reopened the case.
Old complaints were connected to the documents my mother had saved.
Two months later I got a phone call.
“Adrienne,” the investigator said.
“We found Daniel.”
“He’s in custody.”
“And we’re reopening your mother’s disappearance.”
For the first time in my life, the truth was finally coming out.
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