Tom Harlan had been driving the yellow school bus for Maple Creek Elementary for nearly twenty years. He loved his job—the early mornings,…
The town of Maple Hollow was small, the kind of place where everyone knew everyone else, where children rode bikes down Main Street…
Claire Carter loved the mountains. It wasn’t the kind of love born of Instagram posts or souvenir shops—it was the kind of love…
Claire Martin had always believed in happy endings. Her life, though not perfect, was stitched together with laughter, bedtime stories, and the quiet…
Frank Reynolds had been a mailman for nearly twenty-five years. He wasn’t the type to consider himself a hero—just a man with a…
The day my daughter vanished was the day my world collapsed. It was September 14, 1990. The sky was soft and golden, the…
It was a Friday like any other. The daycare smelled of finger paint, animal crackers, and the faint sweetness of apple juice. Parents…
I still remember the day they disappeared. It was early autumn, crisp and golden. My sister, Lily, was glowing with pregnancy—her belly round…
Seven years ago, the Serenity Wave set sail from Miami, and I kissed my husband Daniel and our little girl, Emma, goodbye at…