Fifteen years. That’s how long it had been since Lisa disappeared. One rainy Thursday evening, she stepped out the front door, saying she was just heading to the store for diapers. That door never opened again. No goodbye, no note, no phone call. Just silence.

I did everything I could. I filed missing person reports. I called hospitals. I checked shelters. I even posted online, hoping someone might recognize her face. Weeks turned into months, and the trail went cold. People told me to move on, that she had likely left us by choice. But part of me refused to believe that. We had a newborn. Continues…