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I have looked for my daughter for 12 years. This morning, a detective called me.

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Okay. I'm just... I'm sitting here in my kitchen, and I think I need to say this all out loud to someone, anyone, even if it's just into my phone for this app. If I don't, my heart might just beat right out of my chest. My hands haven't stopped shaking since this morning. I've called into those support hotlines over the years, talked to other parents living this nightmare, but I never thought I'd be making a call like this. A good one.

For twelve years, my entire world has been defined by one absense. Twelve years ago, during a custody battle that got real ugly, my ex-wife just... took our daughter, Sophie, and disappeared. She was five years old. She had this little gap between her front teeth when she smiled, and she loved this old, gray stuffed elephant named Ellie. One day they were here, the next... poof. Gone. No note, no trail, no nothing. It was like a light in my life just got snuffed out, and I've been living in the dark ever since.

I did everything you can possibly imagine, and then some. I spent every last dime I had, and then some I didn't, on private investigators. Some were great, some were cons, but I followed every single lead, no matter how small or ridiculus. I must have put up ten thousand flyers. I joined every online group, every forum for missing kids. I'd hit refresh on those missing persons databases until my eyes blurred. I became a ghost myself, just chasing another ghost.

I never moved from our old house. Couldn't. What if she remembered the address? What if she came looking for me and found strangers living here? Her room... I kept it exactly how she left it. The little purple bedspread, the drawings on the wall, the storybooks on the shelf. And Ellie... her elephant. I know it sounds silly, but I've kept that old thing on my pillow every single night. It was the one thing I had left to hold onto.

People, even well-meaning friends, they'd tell me I had to move on. They said I had to find peice, that I was destroying myself. But how do you move on from a piece of your own soul? You don't. I couldn't. She was my peace.

Here's where it gets so wild I still can't process it. This morning, my phone rang. An unknown number from a state I didn't recognize. I usually let those go to voicemail—too many calls from debt collectors and scammers over the years—but something... some gut feeling, made me pick up.

It was a detective. He said his name was Detective Evans from a small town two states over. He said he had to verify my identity, and he asked me to confirm my daughter's name and birthdate. My knees just went weak. I had to sit down right there on the kitchen floor.

He said they found her. A high school counselor had gotten suspicous during a routine meeting. My daughter—she's 17 now—had mentioned offhand that she'd never seen her own birth certificate, that her mom always said it was lost in a move. The counselor, bless her, dug deeper. She ran my Sophie's name through the system, and it pinged the old missing persons report. They've had her in protective custody for a few days while they confirmed everything.

He said she's safe. She's healthy. She's beautiful. He told me she's smart and kind and that she's been asking about me for years, but her mother had told her I didn't want to be found.

Then, the detective asked me the most incredible question of my life. He said, "Sir, are you ready? She's right here, and she'd like to say hello."

I heard the phone shuffle, and then there was a breath. A young woman's voice, so quiet and unsure, but I'd know it anywhere, I'd know it in my dreams.

She said, "Hi Dad... I've been looking for you, to."

We talked for an hour. We're meeting this weekend at a neutral place the detectives have arranged. I'm terrified. What do I say? What do I wear? Will she like me? But I'm also so happy I can't breathe. After twelve long years of searching, of waiting, of hoping... I'm finally going to get to hug my little girl again. Ellie is finally going home.

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