I bought a bracelet at a flea market that used to belong to my missing daughter — and that brought DOZENS OF ANGRY COPS to my yard.

“No.”

“Was there any tension at home?”

“No. I mean… when she was a teenager, sure. But nothing serious.”

Then Phil asked it. “Ma’am, did your husband ever tell you Nana came home that night?”

I stared at him. “What? No. That’s not possible! She never came home.”

“There was a tip,” he said. “An anonymous call. They said they were a neighbor and they saw her enter your house the night she vanished.”