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Chapters (47)
  1. Half Title
  2. Dedication
  3. Title Page
  4. Chapter One
  5. Chapter Two
  6. Chapter Three
  7. Chapter Four
  8. Chapter Five
  9. Chapter Six
  10. Chapter Seven
  11. Chapter Eight
  12. Chapter Nine
  13. Chapter Ten
  14. Chapter Eleven
  15. Chapter Twelve
  16. Chapter Thirteen
  17. Chapter Fourteen
  18. Chapter Fifteen
  19. Chapter Sixteen
  20. Chapter Seventeen
  21. Chapter Eighteen
  22. Chapter Nineteen
  23. Chapter Twenty
  24. Chapter Twenty-One
  25. Chapter Twenty-Two
  26. Chapter Twenty-Three
  27. Chapter Twenty-Four
  28. Chapter Twenty-Five
  29. Chapter Twenty-Six
  30. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  31. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  32. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  33. Chapter Thirty
  34. Chapter Thirty-One
  35. Chapter Thirty-Two
  36. Chapter Thirty-Three
  37. Chapter Thirty-Four
  38. Chapter Thirty-Five
  39. Chapter Thirty-Six
  40. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  41. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  42. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  43. Chapter Forty
  44. Chapter Forty-One
  45. Chapter Forty-Two
  46. Chapter Forty-Three
  47. Acknowledgments

“Oh.” I hadn’t even thought about watching it. But I guess I should know what people are saying about Dad. “Do you think we can find it online?”

Grandma Gleason doesn’t answer. She finishes making the fruit salad, then comes over to sit next to me on the couch. She hands me the bowl and a fork.

She finally speaks. “I think we should turn on the TV.” She grabs the remote, and the TV glows to life. A game show is playing, but then she switches to CNN, where we watch a commercial.

I eat an apple slice. When the news comes back on, there’s a BREAKING NEWS graphic. The news anchor appears, and I almost choke.

“For those just joining us, we are following a breaking story from Wisconsin. A teenager who was kidnapped by her father when she was three has been found. Amanda Linsley, the missing girl …”

There’s a ringing in my ears as the two images from the MISSING poster fill up the screen.

While I understand they’re talking about me, they aren’t using my face or name.

Grandma Gleason takes the bowl from my shaking hands and places it on the coffee table. “Are you okay?”

Can people stop asking me that? I’m going to start wearing a T-shirt that says, No, I’m Not Okay and It’s Not Going to Get Better.

Instead, I remain silent. It’s difficult to focus on any one thing that’s being said. I will myself to listen, to be present, since this affects me, but I can’t. It’s too much.

The screen goes to a podium in a sunny courtyard. That brings me back. A bald man in a suit comes out with two police officers behind him. A voice comes on over the picture. “We are now going live to where Sheriff Hunt of Hillsborough County, Florida, will make a statement and then answer questions from the press.”

The sheriff swaggers up to the microphone. “Thank you for coming. I am happy to report that Amanda Linsley, who has been missing for over fifteen years, has been found in northern Wisconsin. Her father, Daniel Linsley, took Amanda from her home when she was three and has been on the run ever since. We received a tip six days ago that Amanda may have been found. We were able to confirm with the FBI and the local police in Valley Falls, Wisconsin, that the person in question is Amanda. Daniel Linsley will face multiple counts, including kidnapping and forging documents. Amanda’s mother has been notified, and I can tell you that, as a father, it was one of the greatest moments in my life to inform her that her daughter is alive and safe.” The sheriff pulls out a handkerchief and wipes away the nonexistent tears on his face. Camera shutters drown out any other sound for a moment.