Kathy was never the most well-known girl in her high school. Of course, it was only a small town with a small amount of people- leading to the fact that everyone knew everyone else in some way or another. Kathy was known by Marsha, and Marsha was known by all. Kathy and Marsha were best friends, but even though everyone knew Marsha, they never knew Kathy.

It was the wettest, coldest, foggiest day of the year when Kathy disappeared. She was supposed to be on her way home from a sleepover with Marsha. Her parents were waiting for her, watching the clock as the rain got harder outside. They paced, giving each other helpful thoughts; such as “Kathy must have stayed at a diner and the phone lines must have gone out.” Kathy did not come back.

The police knew who Kathy was. Kathy was the girl who went missing 3 years ago. Kathy was their one failed case. They had found Kathy’s bike near the bridge by the river. They had found Kathy’s clothes and sleeping bag downstream. They hadn’t found Kathy.