
15 years ago, my wife, Lisa, kissed our baby boy, Noah, on the forehead, grabbed her purse, and said, “I’ll be back soon. Just heading out for diapers.”
For many years, I lived under the shadow of heartbreak and confusion. The sudden disappearance of Lisa left a hole in my life that never truly healed. Despite a police investigation, there were no meaningful leads. Her phone went dark, her bank accounts remained untouched, and it felt as though she had vanished without a…