When she turned around, Hannah had vanished.
« They found anything? » I asked Dad that night.
That was the last normal thing she ever said to me.
He wouldn’t look at me. « Not yet. »
For a year, Dad became the grieving father everyone admired. He also told anyone who asked that Hannah had been emotional and might have run.
Mom became a ghost.
And I became the brother who should’ve been there.
Mom became a ghost.
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That morning, Dad stood at the pulpit and talked about unanswered prayers.
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