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.

I named her after Grandma because I wanted one piece of home that didn’t hurt.

I don’t know if you can forgive me. But I need to know if you can love me without owning me.

If yes, ask Liam where I am.

If no, please let me stay gone.”

“If you’re reading this, please don’t punish Liam.”

I pressed the letter to my chest.

“We have a granddaughter,” John whispered.continue reading …