My daughter vanished at 16 without her phone, her sandals, or any explanation. Eight years later, the first real clue I found was not a message or a police call, but a handmade piece of clothing on a stranger.
My 16-year-old daughter, Nora, disappeared from a crowded beach eight years ago.
She told me she was walking down to the ice cream stand at the far end.
I watched her go.