{"id":77318,"date":"2024-08-20T07:43:59","date_gmt":"2024-08-20T00:43:59","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/?p=77318"},"modified":"2024-08-20T07:43:59","modified_gmt":"2024-08-20T00:43:59","slug":"woman-kicked-her-father-out-of-her-daughters-birthday-party-and-an-hour-later-the-child-disappeared-without-a-trace","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/woman-kicked-her-father-out-of-her-daughters-birthday-party-and-an-hour-later-the-child-disappeared-without-a-trace\/","title":{"rendered":"Woman Kicked Her Father out of Her Daughter&rsquo;s Birthday Party, and an Hour Later, the Child Disappeared Without a Trace"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Linda wanted her daughter&rsquo;s seventh birthday to be perfect, but her estranged father, Thomas, showed up uninvited. Trying to protect her daughter from the neglect she endured as a child, Linda refused to let him stay. But when her daughter suddenly disappears, she begins to question her decision.\n</p><p>The sun filtered through the trees, casting dappled light across the clearing where Emma&rsquo;s birthday party was in full swing.\n</p><p>The sound of children&rsquo;s laughter filled the air as they chased each other around, their joyful shrieks echoing through the forest.\n<figure style='\"width:' class='\"wp-caption' aligncenter><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/172335b7718849d41c46659184988b8e939c5c10c35b91ee94d7203d395e1010.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"For' illustration purposes only. source: pexels width='\"3538\"' height='\"2362\"' title='\"\"'><figcaption class='\"wp-caption-text\"'>For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels\n<p>Brightly colored balloons bobbed gently in the breeze, and the long table, laden with cakes, snacks, and presents, was a vibrant centerpiece of the celebration.\n</p><p>Linda had worked hard to make this day special for her daughter, wanting nothing more than to see Emma happy and carefree.\n</p><p>As she watched Emma blow out the candles on her cake, Linda felt a swell of pride.\n<figure style='\"width:' class='\"wp-caption' aligncenter><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/6b9ddf83cd2121d77d3d08728aea3da926105de3c4e85e4eca0af2e208bc12ea.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"For' illustration purposes only. source: pexels width='\"4000\"' height='\"6000\"' title='\"\"'><figcaption class='\"wp-caption-text\"'>For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels\n<p>Her daughter was growing up so quickly, and Linda was determined to give her the childhood she never had\u2014a childhood free from the pain and neglect that had marred her own early years.\n</p><p>But as she looked up from the cake, Linda\u2019s smile faded. Standing awkwardly at the edge of the clearing, almost hidden by the trees, was her father, Thomas.\n</p><p>He seemed out of place amidst the joyful chaos, his shoulders hunched and his eyes downcast.\n<figure style='\"width:' class='\"wp-caption' aligncenter><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/eecd8a2aafb4a59701dfa0a66f00025c15a40f6ae8d183b1c0157b366b99e79f.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"For' illustration purposes only. source: pexels width='\"6000\"' height='\"4000\"' title='\"\"'><figcaption class='\"wp-caption-text\"'>For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels\n<p>For a moment, Linda\u2019s heart softened at the sight of him, remembering the man he used to be\u2014the father who had once made her feel safe and loved.\n</p><p>But the memories of his drinking, the nights she spent alone while he drowned himself in alcohol, came flooding back, hardening her resolve.\n</p><p>She excused herself from the group and made her way over to where Thomas stood, feeling a mix of anger and unease.\n</p><p>\u201cWhat are you doing here?\u201d she demanded, her voice low but sharp.\n</p><p>Thomas looked up at her, his expression a mix of hope and regret. \u201cI just wanted to see Emma, Linda. I brought her a gift,\u201d he said, holding out a small wrapped box.\n</p><p>Linda glanced at the gift but made no move to take it.\n<figure style='\"width:' class='\"wp-caption' aligncenter><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/bc0f9f1b3475ebe085f2f77101751a9856f36a9f4a7cfcd7f57367b7e0fdaad5.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"For' illustration purposes only. source: pexels width='\"8192\"' height='\"4556\"' title='\"\"'><figcaption class='\"wp-caption-text\"'>For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels\n<p>\u201cYou had no right to come here,\u201d she snapped, her eyes blazing with anger.\n</p><p>\u201cI told you to stay away from her. You don\u2019t get to be a part of her life after what you did to me.\u201d\n</p><p>Thomas flinched at her words, his shoulders sagging as if under the weight of his guilt.\n<figure style='\"width:' class='\"wp-caption' aligncenter><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/4fedc2b77f43eafe3f105acbec77036d64fee553c0c8b8f0f5ab8f6360700b1f.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"For' illustration purposes only. source: pexels width='\"2827\"' height='\"4240\"' title='\"\"'><figcaption class='\"wp-caption-text\"'>For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels\n<p>\u201cI understand,\u201d he said quietly, his voice tinged with sorrow. \u201cI\u2019m sorry, Linda. I just&hellip; I just wanted to be here for her, to show you that I\u2019ve changed.\u201d\n</p><p>Linda\u2019s jaw clenched as she struggled to keep her emotions in check. \u201cI don\u2019t care if you\u2019ve changed,\u201d she spat. \u201cYou\u2019re not welcome here. Leave now.\u201d\n</p><p>For a moment, Thomas hesitated, as if searching for the right words to say. But in the end, he just nodded, the light in his eyes dimming as he turned to leave.\n<figure style='\"width:' class='\"wp-caption' aligncenter><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/1ed81fdb05435ced4561adb439b91f2a1c92c7b036fcbbe3e806c3cee1858dfe.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"For' illustration purposes only. source: pexels width='\"2999\"' height='\"1910\"' title='\"\"'><figcaption class='\"wp-caption-text\"'>For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels\n<p>Linda watched him go, her heart a storm of conflicting emotions\u2014anger, sadness, guilt\u2014but she pushed them all aside, telling herself that she was doing the right thing.\n</p><p>She was protecting Emma, just as she had promised herself she would.\n</p><p>But as she returned to the party, trying to rejoin the laughter and the joy, Linda couldn\u2019t help but feel a hollow ache in her chest.\n</p><p><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"size-full' wp-image-77319 aligncenter src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/echowoven.com%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2024%5C/08%5C/Woman-Kicked-Her-Father-out-of-Her-Daughters-Birthday-Party-and-an-Hour-Later-the-Child-Disappeared-Without-a-Trace.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"\"' width='\"1080\"' height='\"1350\"' title='\"\"' srcset='\"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/08\/Woman-Kicked-Her-Father-out-of-Her-Daughters-Birthday-Party-and-an-Hour-Later-the-Child-Disappeared-Without-a-Trace.jpg' https: sizes='\"auto,'>\n</p><p>She had always believed that cutting her father out of their lives was the best way to keep Emma safe.\n</p><p>Yet, as she glanced over at the spot where Thomas had disappeared into the trees, she wondered if she was also keeping herself locked in a past she couldn\u2019t escape.\n</p><p>The pain of her childhood was still there, buried deep but never truly forgotten. And now, she was passing that pain on to her daughter, a shadow that lingered even on this day that was supposed to be filled with light.\n<figure style='\"width:' class='\"wp-caption' aligncenter><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/ea732e6d4c3721dcdfc89a66e7922dda5d68caa3553a8cbb35a1d7594c062359.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"For' illustration purposes only. source: pexels width='\"6000\"' height='\"4000\"' title='\"\"'><figcaption class='\"wp-caption-text\"'>For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels\n<p>The cheerful sounds of the party buzzed around Linda, but her mind was elsewhere. She forced herself to smile and engage in small talk with the other parents, trying to ignore the gnawing thoughts about her father.\n</p><p>She busied herself by refilling plates with snacks, tidying the table, and checking on the kids. But after a while, a cold chill ran down her spine. She hadn\u2019t seen Emma in some time.\n</p><p>Linda\u2019s eyes darted around the clearing, scanning the small crowd of children playing nearby. She saw kids chasing each other, laughing as they weaved between trees, but Emma wasn\u2019t among them.\n</p><p>A knot of anxiety formed in her stomach. She took a deep breath and called out, trying to keep her voice steady.\n</p><p>\u201cEmma? Emma!\u201d she called, expecting her daughter\u2019s voice to answer back. But there was no response.\n</p><p>The wind rustled the leaves, but that was the only sound that came back to her. Linda\u2019s heart began to pound harder.\n</p><p>She moved quickly through the clearing, asking the other parents if they had seen Emma.\n<figure style='\"width:' class='\"wp-caption' aligncenter><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/e5d044d0f340dd1b0d72177e5552da4510e25289599691b7e0cd7320f39f7d30.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"For' illustration purposes only. source: pexels width='\"3773\"' height='\"5659\"' title='\"\"'><figcaption class='\"wp-caption-text\"'>For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels\n<p>Each of them shook their heads, their faces growing concerned as they realized what was happening.\n</p><p>Panic was rising in Linda like a tide. The fear that had been simmering beneath the surface all day now boiled over.\n</p><p>She couldn\u2019t shake the dreadful thought that maybe, just maybe, her father had taken Emma.\n</p><p>Her mind flashed to earlier, when she had told him to leave. He had looked so hurt, so defeated as he walked away.\n<figure style='\"width:' class='\"wp-caption' aligncenter><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/2dd69da84be6999741e85913716eb8f4c9163504ec32ebad41e6777e3badcba2.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"For' illustration purposes only. source: pexels width='\"5896\"' height='\"3931\"' title='\"\"'><figcaption class='\"wp-caption-text\"'>For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels\n<p>But could he have done something so terrible in response? Linda didn\u2019t want to believe it, but the fear clung to her like a shadow.\n</p><p>She thought back to her childhood, to the nights when she was left alone for hours, scared and waiting for her father to return from his drinking binges. The memories were sharp, cutting through her thoughts like a knife.\n</p><p>She grabbed her phone, her hands trembling as she dialed the police. \u201cMy daughter is missing,\u201d she said, her voice shaking with fear.\n<figure style='\"width:' class='\"wp-caption' aligncenter><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/69251fbb7e3c4b9f0a1bf9451a004fc6298873cf7a23483c68d2c4001ab54652.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"For' illustration purposes only. source: pexels width='\"6000\"' height='\"3376\"' title='\"\"'><figcaption class='\"wp-caption-text\"'>For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels\n<p>\u201cI think my father might have taken her. He\u2019s an alcoholic&hellip; or he was. He wasn\u2019t there for me when I was a child, and I\u2019m scared he\u2019s done something to hurt Emma.\u201d\n</p><p>The words tumbled out of her, each one heavy with the weight of her memories. As she spoke, flashes of her father\u2019s neglect played in her mind\u2014his absence, the emptiness she felt growing up.\n</p><p>She had never forgiven him for the pain he caused her, and now she feared that history was repeating itself.\n<figure style='\"width:' class='\"wp-caption' aligncenter><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/ab3137e6e73e3d8a12567f4f1d358b51fd4cd1718660ca446322fde5292a8efb.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"For' illustration purposes only. source: pexels width='\"4114\"' height='\"6171\"' title='\"\"'><figcaption class='\"wp-caption-text\"'>For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels\n<p>The police arrived quickly, their flashing lights cutting through the growing dusk. They spread out, searching the forest, calling Emma\u2019s name.\n</p><p>Linda followed them, her heart in her throat, her mind racing. She felt sick with worry, the fear nearly choking her.\n</p><p>As she watched the officers fan out into the woods, Linda couldn\u2019t escape the memories of her own childhood\u2014the loneliness, the fear, the broken promises.\n<figure style='\"width:' class='\"wp-caption' aligncenter><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/0895c1a9edf1805c3c1dda0ee5237dafd4bdef23dd4bd40c0c709547e24b30ac.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"For' illustration purposes only. source: pexels width='\"6016\"' height='\"4016\"' title='\"\"'><figcaption class='\"wp-caption-text\"'>For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels\n<p>She had tried to protect Emma from that kind of pain, but now it felt like it was all happening again.\n</p><p>And as the minutes stretched on, her fear only grew, tightening around her chest like a vise.\n</p><p>The forest was alive with the frantic shouts of police officers and the desperate calls of Linda searching for her daughter. The trees stood tall and silent, their shadows growing longer as the evening crept in. The tension in the air was thick, every rustle of leaves making Linda\u2019s heart skip a beat.\n<figure style='\"width:' class='\"wp-caption' aligncenter><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/524d24b6be18aec0f77fe3980befb946e099d9a3e04662c3f9da0c406fdd0c8a.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"For' illustration purposes only. source: pexels width='\"3184\"' height='\"5661\"' title='\"\"'><figcaption class='\"wp-caption-text\"'>For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels\n<p>She could barely breathe, her chest tight with fear. The thought of something terrible happening to Emma was almost too much to bear.\n</p><p>Then, from somewhere in the distance, a police officer\u2019s voice rang out, clear and urgent, \u201cOver here! We found her!\u201d\n</p><p>Linda\u2019s heart leaped into her throat. Relief and fear surged through her as she sprinted towards the sound, her feet barely touching the ground.\n</p><p>The undergrowth scratched at her legs, but she didn\u2019t care. All she could think about was Emma.\n</p><p>She pushed through the branches, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps, until she finally reached the clearing where the officers were gathered.\n</p><p>There, perched high on a long tree branch, was Emma. The little girl clung to the branch with white-knuckled hands, her eyes wide with terror.\n</p><p>Below her, a pack of stray dogs barked and snarled, their teeth bared. They circled the base of the tree, their growls filling the air with a menacing sound.\n</p><p>Linda\u2019s heart broke at the sight. Tears streamed down her face as she called out to her daughter, \u201cEmma, hold on! Mommy\u2019s here! Just hold on, sweetheart!\u201d\n</p><p>Emma\u2019s eyes locked onto her mother\u2019s, her small body trembling with fear. \u201cMommy, I\u2019m scared!\u201d she cried, her voice shaking.\n<figure style='\"width:' class='\"wp-caption' aligncenter><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/68d771b7354e5ec6ee4dba5786b8ab28dc0ceca2056150959fb1f8d89f2c5380.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"For' illustration purposes only. source: pexels width='\"4000\"' height='\"6000\"' title='\"\"'><figcaption class='\"wp-caption-text\"'>For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels\n<p>Linda took a step forward, but before she could reach the tree, she saw Emma\u2019s fingers slip.\n</p><p>The girl screamed as she lost her grip, her body plummeting towards the ground. Time seemed to slow, and Linda felt her world shatter. Every fear she had ever had about losing Emma came crashing down on her in that moment.\n</p><p>But then, out of the corner of her eye, Linda saw a blur of movement. Her father, Thomas, darted forward with a speed she hadn\u2019t thought possible. He leaped into the air, arms outstretched, just as Emma fell.\n</p><p>With a grunt of effort, Thomas caught his granddaughter in midair, pulling her close to him as they both tumbled to the ground.\n</p><p>They hit the earth with a heavy thud, Thomas taking the brunt of the fall. Linda\u2019s breath caught in her throat as she rushed to their side, her heart pounding in her chest. She dropped to her knees beside them, her hands shaking as she reached to touch Emma.\n</p><p>\u201cDad!\u201d she cried, her voice filled with a mixture of relief and fear. \u201cAre you both okay?\u201d\n<figure style='\"width:' class='\"wp-caption' aligncenter><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/635f47d265e35bb08988b3441012b098cc22a3fd846a6734f1ec48e17de2c949.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"For' illustration purposes only. source: pexels width='\"5760\"' height='\"3840\"' title='\"\"'><figcaption class='\"wp-caption-text\"'>For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels\n<p>Thomas groaned in pain, but he managed a weak smile as he looked up at his daughter. \u201cShe\u2019s okay, Linda. That\u2019s all that matters,\u201d he said, his voice strained but full of love.\n</p><p>Linda quickly checked Emma, who was shaken but unharmed. She hugged her daughter tightly, tears of relief pouring down her face. Emma buried her face in her mother\u2019s shoulder, still trembling from the ordeal.\n</p><p>As Linda held her daughter, she looked down at her father, who was lying on the ground, clearly injured from the fall.\n</p><p>He winced as he tried to move, and Linda\u2019s heart ached with a new wave of emotion. Despite everything that had happened between them, Thomas had risked his life to save Emma.\n</p><p>\u201cThank you, Dad,\u201d Linda whispered, her voice thick with gratitude and guilt. \u201cThank you for saving her.\u201d\n</p><p>In the dim light of the ambulance, the soft hum of the engine was the only sound breaking the heavy silence.\n<figure style='\"width:' class='\"wp-caption' aligncenter><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/da1d8a46d5dbb39c07da8aa4fc5da8f519422b3f4cee51ad9cbbab1f59add087.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"For' illustration purposes only. source: pexels width='\"5473\"' height='\"3654\"' title='\"\"'><figcaption class='\"wp-caption-text\"'>For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels\n<p>Linda sat beside her father, Thomas, her hand resting gently on Emma\u2019s back as the little girl dozed off in her lap, exhausted from the ordeal.\n</p><p>Linda\u2019s eyes were red from crying, and she felt a lump in her throat as she looked at her father, his face lined with pain and regret. \u201cDad\u2026 I was so wrong,\u201d she began, her voice barely above a whisper, trembling with the weight of the words she needed to say.\n</p><p>\u201cI thought\u2026 I thought you had taken her. I was so afraid that you\u2019d hurt her the way you hurt me all those years ago.\u201d\n<figure style='\"width:' class='\"wp-caption' aligncenter><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/0ba1bca58c57cbf6cfb920b9faaf117ad80116f8ec2c0c669622d08f242cc017.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"For' illustration purposes only. source: pexels width='\"3648\"' height='\"5472\"' title='\"\"'><figcaption class='\"wp-caption-text\"'>For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels\n<p>Thomas turned his head slightly to meet her gaze, his eyes filled with sadness and an unspoken plea for forgiveness. \u201cI deserve that, Linda,\u201d he replied, his voice thick with emotion.\n</p><p>\u201cI was a terrible father, and I can never undo the harm I caused you. But I\u2019ve tried so hard to change, to be better for you and Emma. I don\u2019t expect you to forget, but I want you to know that I\u2019m not that man anymore.\u201d\n</p><p>Tears welled in Linda\u2019s eyes as she listened to her father\u2019s heartfelt words. The guilt that had been gnawing at her all day became unbearable.\n<figure style='\"width:' class='\"wp-caption' aligncenter><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/416713ad45fa285e9054cc7dc46c10dfdb78d64b5d8a08faa7e90185ffac6852.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"For' illustration purposes only. source: pexels width='\"5472\"' height='\"3648\"' title='\"\"'><figcaption class='\"wp-caption-text\"'>For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels\n<p>\u201cI see that now,\u201d she said, her voice cracking.\n</p><p>\u201cI was so angry, Dad. I couldn\u2019t let go of the past, of all the pain you caused. But today\u2026 today, you saved her. You saved my little girl, and I can never thank you enough for that.\u201d\n</p><p>Thomas reached out with a trembling hand, placing it on Linda\u2019s. \u201cI\u2019m so sorry, Linda,\u201d he said, his voice faltering.\n</p><p>\u201cFor everything. I promise you, I\u2019ll never be that man again. I just want to be there for you, for both of you.\u201d\n<figure style='\"width:' class='\"wp-caption' aligncenter><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/5b8063ef01d16e993ecc33f58994bf1ec7b10aba74d55aa7358fcc3121a7ea91.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"For' illustration purposes only. source: pexels width='\"3338\"' height='\"5000\"' title='\"\"'><figcaption class='\"wp-caption-text\"'>For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels\n<p>Linda squeezed his hand, her heart softening as she felt the sincerity in his words. \u201cI believe you, Dad. And I forgive you. I don\u2019t want to carry this anger anymore. Let\u2019s be a family again, for Emma\u2019s sake.\u201d\n</p><p>As they embraced, both of them crying, Linda felt a sense of peace that had eluded her for years.\n</p><p>Thomas had made mistakes, but his actions today had shown her that he was willing to change, to be the father she had always needed.\n<figure style='\"width:' class='\"wp-caption' aligncenter><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/d7e1eb5154a88c1bbdd4e93a3b728ec70da8ceac651b635009c27ce29dc9a795.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"For' illustration purposes only. source: pexels width='\"5184\"' height='\"3456\"' title='\"\"'><figcaption class='\"wp-caption-text\"'>For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels\n<p>As the ambulance continued its journey to the hospital, Linda held onto her father\u2019s hand, feeling a renewed sense of purpose. It was a new beginning for all of them\u2014a chance to heal, to forgive, and to move forward together as a family.\n</p><p><strong>Tell us what you think about this story, and share it with your friends. It might inspire them and brighten their day.\n<p><em><strong>Note: This piece is inspired by stories from the everyday lives of our readers and written by a professional writer. Any resemblance to actual names or locations is purely coincidental. All images are for illustration purposes only.\n<p>Source: amomama\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"</p><p>Linda wanted her daughter&rsquo;s seventh birthday to be perfect, but her estranged father, Thomas, showed up uninvited. Trying to protect her daughter from the neglect she endured as a child, Linda refused to let him stay. But when her daughter suddenly disappears, she begins to question her decision. 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