Thankfully, Mary remembered exactly where the photo albums were stored. She sighed in relief—searching through the attic blindly would have taken hours. She made her way through the piles of old boxes and finally reached the corner where the albums had been tucked away.
She was relieved to have found the albums and thought that her work was done. But she couldn’t be more wrong. As she opened the first album, a chill ran down her spine. Several photographs of her father were missing.