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My knees almost gave out when I saw it. Her backpack. The unicorn patch. The faded strap. The stain by the zipper I’d wiped a hundred times. It felt like the universe was taunting me. Seven days of hell, and now this—pulled from a trash bin by a stranger. My hands shook as I opened it, praying for a note, a clue, a miracle. Instead, I found only empt… continue reading …
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