Twenty-one years after my daughter vanished from a kindergarten playground, I believed I had learned to live with the silence. Then, on what would have been her 25th birthday, a plain white envelope arrived. Inside was a photograph and a letter that began, “Dear Mom.”

For 21 years, I left my daughter’s room untouched. Lavender paint on the walls, glow-in-the-dark stars …

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