A Postcard from Egypt Arrived 20 Years After My Daughter Vanished — The Truth Was Worse Than I Imagined

let the spoon tumble into her cereal.

“Do they have pancakes in Egypt?”

Grant laughed.

“We can make pancakes anywhere.”

So we went.

We rented a small apartment on the second floor of a building with a garden below. Tara loved that garden. Every afternoon, she raced downstairs carrying her jump rope.

I always watched from the balcony until she noticed me.continue reading …