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MY TEEN DAUGHTER VANISHED! Named Amber, 13, reddish hair, freckles. Missing for a week. Guys this is the hardest thing a parent can experience. No, she’s not the type to run away. I know every parent says that, but it’s true. I know my daughter. Thinking something bad happened to her… Gosh, just unbearable. The police just shrugged, totally helpless. To be honest they did their part. But then all of a sudden, just crying outside I saw a homeless woman with AMBER’S BACKPACK! I knew it was hers! I stopped her and I offered money until she gave it to me. I asked her around about the bag and she told me what she knew. Which wasn’t enough. The bag was empty. Completely empty. My heart sank. I threw it down in despair and cried. That’s when a note fell out. I picked it up and read it. There were only two words,

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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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