My daughter disappeared back in 2005, while she was off roller skating with her friends, and my life just stopped. In all those years since, I never stopped hoping for answers, and then one Saturday morning, I stumbled upon something I thought I'd never see again. While browsing a neighbor's garage sale, there they were—her roller skates, unmistakably hers. It was like she was calling out to me from the past, opening old wounds I’d tried to mend. But what I discovered next at the garage sale left me speechless and full of questions I couldn't ignore.