The sixth woman disappeared the morning after telling my father she wanted to see him again. I am Lola. Dad had spent twelve years alone after losing my mother before joining a dating app. He met kind women, and every date seemed to go well. By sunrise, each one stopped answering. He blamed himself and grew quiet again.
I asked my best friend Rachel to go on one date with him and tell me what she noticed.
Rachel said Dad had been funny, respectful, and completely normal. She even agreed to dinner the following Friday. The next morning she sent a strange text: “Don’t contact me. Please.” When we met, she showed me anonymous messages with a photo of her leaving the restaurant with Dad, her home address, workplace, and a private family secret about her brother Graham.
