If you sat on the carpeted stairs and peeped through the radurn railing that night, you would have felt the fury in the room too. The girls were supposed to be asleep downstairs, but Dallas wanted to see what was happening. Her three year old innocence had already been tainted by loud arguments and jealous squabbles, but this was different. Raw fear sizzled at the back of her skull. Her five year old sister tried to reassure her, but Dallas was scared.
Snippets of what she saw that night would replay through her dreams for years. When Dallas and her sister line the stairs from the basement the next morning, their mother was gone. She would stay missing for the next forty five years. Then, Dallas, a mother herself now, was scrolling through social media last summer and saw a face she recognized. Could it really be her? From the pages of the Reporter's notebook. Join us January twenty seventh for season two of Still