The summer I turned ten, my younger sister went missing.
She vanished on her way to deliver lunch to our parents.
There were no security cameras, and no one had seen her.
Because I was the one who was supposed to have gone, my mother never spoke another word to me again.
Fifteen years later, I became a police officer. I retraced the path my sister took that day, over and over again.
The past began to resurface in my mind, piece by piece.
Slowly, I pieced together a heartbreaking truth.