My Twin Sister Disappeared During a Church Hiking Retreat with Our Mom- A Year Later, I Opened Mom’s Bible and Found Out the Devastating Truth

For one year, Mom had carried it everywhere. T0 church, to the grocery store, to Hannah’s empty bedroom, and to the kitchen table at two in the morning.

I thought grief had made that Bible holy to her.

I was wrong.

There were no pages inside.

I thought grief had made that Bible holy to her.

The middle had been carved out, neat and deep. A photo slid across the floor first. Then letters. Then cash. Then a folded church donation envelope. Then a note in Hannah’s handwriting.

I picked up the photo.

The boy in it had my dark hair, my chin, and my eyes.