
Four Years after My Husband Went Missing, a Dog Brought Me the Jacket He Was Wearing on the Day He Disappeared
Four years after my husband Jason disappeared during a solo hike, I finally forced myself to accept he was gone. He hadn’t just gotten lost; he’d vanished, leaving our lives like a whisper on the wind. I’d almost given up on the idea of ever knowing what happened—until the day our family dog, Scout, came trotting out of the forest, holding Jason’s old jacket in his mouth. It was a Saturday afternoon, quiet and warm. I was lying on a blanket in the backyard, watching our children, Emily and Benny,