I thought I was looking for a keepsake when I saw an object that had belonged to my missing daughter. I never imagined it would lead me to a truth that had been hidden from me for ten years.
That morning, the house smelled of cinnamon toast, and the light filtering through the curtains softened the atmosphere. Hannah, my eleven-year-old daughter, sat at the table with her feet dangling, waiting for her father to bring out the small velvet box he had been hiding for a week.
Rick placed it in front of her with a smile she hadn’t seen on him in years.
“Happy birthday, darling! I drew this myself!”
Rick placed it in front of her.
Hannah opened the box and let out a scream of surprise!
Inside were two gold earrings shaped like piano keys, each adorned with a small star at the tip. They were unique.
