The Letter in the Attic: My Sister’s Wedding, Her Disappearance, and the Truth Ten Years Later

The night Laura disappeared, the garden glowed with Christmas lights. It was her wedding night, and she danced barefoot, radiant and joyful.

I found her by the lemonade stand, laughing—but there was a flicker in her eyes, something I missed. By morning, she was gone. She hadn’t stayed in the hotel room. Her gown was…

The night Laura disappeared, the garden glowed with Christmas lights. It was her wedding night, and she danced barefoot, radiant and joyful. I found her by the lemonade stand, laughing—but there was a flicker in her eyes, something I missed. By morning, she was gone. She hadn’t stayed in the hotel room. Her gown was untouched. No note, no phone calls.

The police searched everywhere. Nothing. Her absence shattered our family. I moved into her room, boxed her things, and tried to move on. Ten years passed.