My Daughter Vanished Without a Trace After Prom—The Secret Hidden in My Son’s Bedroom Left Me

    “Olybia, it’s Rachel. Your mother. »

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My father came in by dragging his feet, wiping his hands on a cloth. “There are plenty this week. »

    “People really come. »

“Of course yes. You’re worth seeing you. »

All of a sudden, my phone vibrated on the table. An unknown number.

“Olybia, it’s Rachel. Your mother. I know I don’t have the right, but I think of you every day, and I don’t want it to be too late. Please. Please Just a coffee. »

I read it twice. Then a third time.

    “Don’t let her break your heart a second time. »

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The buzz in the living room had stopped.

    “Who is that, honey? »

I handed the phone to Dad without saying a word.

He picked up, and I saw his jaw tighten. “Liv, look at me. »

    “I look at you. »

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