My twin sister disappeared during a church hiking retreat with our mom—a year later, I opened mom’s Bible and found something that made me call the police.

My twin sister disappeared during a church hiking retreat with our mom—a year later, I opened mom’s Bible and found something that made me call the police.

My twin sister, Hannah, disappeared exactly one year ago. We were sixteen.

She’d gone on a weekend church retreat with our mom and about twenty people from our congregation—families we’d known our entire lives. The same annual Christian getaway we’d attended for years. A rented lakeside lodge. Potluck dinners. Hiking through the nearby state park. Campfires. Board games.

I was supposed to go too.

Three days before the trip, I broke my arm skateboarding, and Mom said I should stay home.

Hannah teased me, “Bro, you are missing the best weekend of the year.” I never imagined those would be some of the last words she’d ever say to me.

That Saturday afternoon, the group split into smaller hiking teams. Mom and Hannah stayed behind for a while because Hannah had twisted her ankle that morning. According to Mom, she stepped off the trail for less than a minute to take a call from one of the church ladies.

When she turned back—

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