Chapter 9 - Dad Never Completely Stopped Looking
After the DNA result, I went through Dad’s missing-person files again.
This time I read every page.
He had searched for sixteen years.
Not constantly.
But repeatedly.
Early police work.
Private investigators.
Hospital inquiries.
National databases.
Periodic follow-ups.
He had also made mistakes.
Dad became convinced early that Mom either died from injuries after leaving the vehicle or intentionally disappeared.
That assumption narrowed the search.
He focused on Martha Mercer.
Not Martha Cole.
He searched places connected to our old life.
Not shelters two states away.
He remarried briefly when I was in college.
That ended.
Years later, he admitted in a private letter to Victoria:
I stopped searching aggressively because every failed lead reopened Rachel’s childhood. That may have protected neither of us.
He knew uncertainty had become its own kind of decision.
That was why he kept the trust clause.
If Mom was ever found, Dad wanted her protected.
Not rewarded for disappearing.
Protected because he could not prove she had chosen to.
I sat in Victoria’s office holding that letter.
“Did he think she was alive?”
Victoria shook her head.
“I think he stopped knowing what to think.”
That was more honest.
There was no secret proof Dad hid from me.
No villainous conspiracy between my parents.
Just two people separated by an accident and then by twenty years of failed systems, fear, and assumptions.
Ethan was the first person in years to get close enough to repair it.
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And instead, he saw an estate problem.
That was the part I could not forgive.
