home.
So was her phone.
Her medication.
Most of her clothes.
There was no note.
No message.
No explanation.
Anyone who knew my mother agreed on one thing:
Evelyn Mercer would never simply walk away without telling somebody.
I went home immediately.
I spoke to the police repeatedly.
They asked questions, filed reports, and told us they were looking into it.
But there was no obvious evidence of a crime.
Mom was an adult.
And every possible lead seemed to disappear almost as soon as it appeared.
We considered hiring
