The daughter vanished on the night of the graduation ball. After the ceremony she went with her friends to a party. Her parents expected her back in the morning, but she never came home. At first they thought she had stayed at a friend’s house, then that she had simply gotten lost. But at dawn, her abandoned bag was found near a bus stop. No witnesses, no traces. Only silence and endless searches that led nowhere.
Twenty years later, for the first time in a long while, the parents decided to go through the belongings left behind by their daughter. The room looked as if time had stopped: the school uniform still hung neatly on the hook, on the shelf sat her diary covered with stickers, and yellowed posters decorated the walls.
The father slowly sifted through boxes of textbooks, notebooks, and magazines, when at the bottom of a drawer his fingers touched a heavy cover. It was the old school photo album. He had never opened it before – the pain of memories had been too great.


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