It was Texas, mid-January, and freezing out. But Amber was riding her bike home anyway.
She could’ve gotten a lift. Tiffany’s stepmom offered. More than once. The fiercely independent girl refused without hesitation – she was nine-years-old after all.
How could she know what was waiting for her down the road?
The world would soon find out – the black pickup, the drainage ditch slick with frost, an unsolvable disappearance.
Some say her murder, while tragic, still had a silver lining. A cautionary tale, a warning system named in her honor.
But most would give anything to have their Little Amber back.
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