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room only an hour earlier.

Now it felt strangely silent.

My name is Daniel Mercer.

Fourteen years ago, my wife, Sarah, left home during a violent thunderstorm and never came back.

The police told me she had lost control of her car on a flooded mountain road.

The vehicle was recovered.

Her identification was recovered.

They told me there was nothing anyone continue reading …