Dad taped elaborate maps on our living room walls, keeping a color-coded record of where we’d been and where we still had to go. People criticized him for taking me with him on his searches, but they would’ve criticized him no matter what, since they found fault with everything he did back then.
Ugh the fact that the father couldnt grapple with the fact that his wife had gone missing enough to not stop trying to find her is heart breaking
