The day Claire vanished, I was holding three lemonades and a bag of fries that had already started going soft.
That is the detail I always remember.
Not the sirens.
Not the police tape.
Not the Coast Guard lights sweeping across the dark water.
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The day Claire vanished, I was holding three lemonades and a bag of fries that had already started going soft.
That is the detail I always remember.
Not the sirens.
Not the police tape.
Not the Coast Guard lights sweeping across the dark water.