After Nora disappeared, that small yellow sun became one of the details I remembered most clearly.
Eight Years Passed
The investigation continued, but there were no answers that brought Nora home.
Her photograph appeared on missing-person posters and in news reports.
Volunteers helped distribute information.
Our family continued hoping that someone, somewhere, knew what had happened.
But years passed.
One year became two.
Then five.
Then eight.
I stopped going to beaches.
Even the sound of waves could bring back memories of that afternoon.
Eventually, my husband, Michael, encouraged me to take a short trip with him to a coastal town nearly six hundred miles away from the place where Nora disappeared.
I didn’t want to go near the ocean.
But after years of avoiding anything connected to that day, I finally agreed.
We stayed near the boardwalk and mostly kept away from the water.
Then, one afternoon, something happened that changed everything.
