I’m a widowed single father, and a year ago, I lost everything. But I never expected that a simple walk through the woods one morning would change everything again. What I found stopped me cold, and discovering who the baby’s parents were hit me like a freight train. My name is Mike. I’m 36, and my life fell apart one Tuesday night, a year ago. Lara, my wife, died in a car accident. One moment we were texting about whether our son, Caleb, needed new pajamas. The next moment, I

I came home early one Friday afternoon and saw something that shattered my world. My wife, Nora, was kissing my cousin, Jason. The moment I realized what I was seeing, it felt like the ground disappeared beneath me. My chest tightened, my stomach churned, and everything I thought I knew about my life cracked in an instant. But I didn’t confront them. I didn’t yell. I didn’t run. I stayed silent. I just watched, numb and broken. The next day, I invited Jason over for dinner. And what happened at

THE DAY MY DAUGHTER CAME BACK Twelve years ago, my six-year-old daughter rode her bike home from school… and simply vanished. The police found her bicycle. But not my little girl. We searched until hope turned into something thin, painful, and empty. Then one quiet Thursday afternoon, a letter appeared in my mailbox with words that made the world tilt under my feet: “I think I might be your daughter.” My name is Sarah. I’m 48 now. And twelve years ago, my life split cleanly in half: Before Emma disappeared.And