Part 1: The Day Trust Was Broken

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I stared at her, unable to recognize the woman who once tucked me into bed.

By nightfall, search teams were working nearby areas. I sat in a hard chair, replaying every moment I wasn’t there for my daughter. Every time I worked late. Every time I trusted the wrong people.

Sleep never came.

On the third morning, they asked me to come in.

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