My daughter never returned home after prom—eleven months later, something I accidentally discovered hidden inside my son’s beanbag chair turned my face completely pale.

First came pale blue satin.

I froze.

Then my daughter’s prom dress slid into my lap.

Envelopes spilled out, dozens of them. All were addressed to Liam.

Behind them came copies and keepsakes: a courthouse photo, a sonogram, a hospital bracelet, and a tiny photo of a baby in yellow.

Then one sealed envelope fell near my foot.

Envelopes spilled out, dozens continue reading …