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Six months after my ex-husband and his new wife vanished at sea, a storage manager called to say I owed him money for a unit I had never rented. Twenty minutes later, I was standing inside that unit staring at two brand-new backpacks embroidered with my children’s names—and realizing the man everyone had mourned might never have been missing at all.
Chapter 2 I called Margaret back three times. She refused to answer. Eventually, she sent a text. I have nothing more to say to you. I forwarded it to Detective...