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

shoes.

White sneakers with a dark stripe along the side.

I had seen them before.

Not recently, but often enough to recognize them.

My father looked at me.

“Lola?”

I closed the app.

“I need to check something.”

I drove home and pulled an old storage box from my closet.

Inside were photographs, birthday cards, and papers that had belonged to Mom.

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