Every Woman My Widowed Father Dated Vanished Without a Trace—So I Asked My Best Friend to Go on One Date With Him to Find Out Why

returning home alone.

He went inside at 10:17 p.m.

A few minutes later, someone crossed the edge of the driveway.

The figure wore a hood and kept their face turned away.

My pulse quickened.

“Who is that?”

My father leaned closer.

“I do not know.”

The person paused near his car before disappearing from view.

I replayed the recording.

This time, I noticed the continue reading …