Above all else, I knew two truths about Julie. The first was that she was the most stubborn, most determined person I’d ever met. And the second was that she loved attention. Julie would never be missing. She might go dark, intentionally disappear for a few days here or there just to make sure someone noticed. A pop quiz: “Do you love me?” That, she was capable of. That, I believed. But missing, as in milk cartons and posters and hounds in fields—no way.
