Meg

She's still out there. It's been almost a month. Annie starts school next week and Meg would've started school at the same time. Her first year of high school. I was so worried about boys...I shouldn't have worried about other kids. I should've worried about the adults.
This is normal now, waking up and scanning the news and calling the police every morning, that sick feeling of rising hope even though the answer's always the same. Looking at my daughter's empty bed every morning, thinking about how it's neatly made for once. Annie clinging to my side all the time. She's barely spoken since Meg was taken. I'm not sure if she should even be going to school next week. I'm not sure if I want her to go.

We're still searching the forests. The police have no leads, the call lines are empty, and every day the possibility of finding her becomes more and more dim.

You see this on the news and you never imagine it'll be you. You never imagine these things can happen. You never imagine it will hurt this much.