I'm still searching. I'm worn to the bone, but I have to keep searching. I can't just leave my daughter out there for bugs and wild animals. I owe her that much.

It's been two weeks since Meg's was kidnapped, and today is as bad, no, worse, than the day she was kidnapped. The search party is down to myself and two other people, and on a lark we went back and searched the places we've already been. We found a finger in a clearing, it was neatly severed, there was no blood around. Small, like a child's. In my mind, I knew it was Meg's. Whoever kidnapped her is toying with us, and how I feel is...indescribable. Every time I think of it, I think of who it used to be attached to, a daughter I'll never see again.

I've been locked away in my room all day. My employers gave me an additional week to cope after this. The finger is in for DNA testing. I already know the results.

It's been more than a week since Meg's gone missing. A lot of the family and friends here are starting to loose hope, we've combed the entire town, parks in it, and a lot of the wilderness a few miles outside of town. There's no trace of her. I don't want to admit, not to anyone's face, but Meg's gone. I know she is. We're searching for a body now. At least if we find that, I can have an ounce of peace, of being able to bury my daughter, but it's not enough. I want her alive, I want to hold her in my arms and listen to her tell me all about her day, I want to see that look in her eyes when she's beyond happy.

I've been holding back this week, hoping something would turn up, but the flood gates broke tonight. I sat on my bed, sobbing for about hour, just hugging a picture of her. God, what I wouldn't give to see her smile one more time.

The crisis period is over and the police have stopped their search. I'm pretty sure I was being followed the whole 48 hours, I'm not sure, aside from the occasional glimpse of something unusual out of the corner of my eye. Annie is safe, thank god. My ex-wife let me see her earlier today, she was so frightened. Annie doesn't look like she'll ever smile again, I could barely coax a word or two out of her. I'm worried for her, worried that the experience might have traumatized her beyond help. All she told me (when she did talk) was that a man in a suit and mask dragged Meg away, and she tried to help, but all she could do was scream and cry.

Deb withdrew her from the summer program she was attending so she could keep Annie close to home. I don't blame her.  The school gave me two weeks of paid vacation to grieve and collect myself. I'm taking that time to do my own investigation, I've already roped in some family friends, we've been combing the woods outside town for any sign of her. No luck so far. Kevin down the hall (Meg's boyfriend), had absolutely nothing to do with it. At the time Meg disappeared, he was in the middle of his soccer program, his coach confirmed his presence.

Once again, I'm asking anyone local, please. If you have any information about Meg, please, tell me anything.

If any local residents, or anyone near Pine Hill I need help. My daughter is missing.

Her name is Meg, she's about 5'1, dark brown hair, hazel eyes. She is wearing a green shirt with a dancing kitten and denim capris. I didn't get the full description, but her kidnapper is a man in a suit wearing some kind of mask. If anyone has seen her, or knows anything about her, please, leave it in a comment.

Please, I need to get my daughter back.

Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday dear Megan
Happy birthday to you!

Happy 15th birthday, hun! I bet you can't wait until next year when you and your dear old dad can go out and paint the town red for your sixteenth.

I'm busy preparing everything for Meg's birthday. Deb is supposed to bring her here Thursday evening, I've already got the decorations set up and the cards from my family arranged in a little castle on the kitchen counter. I've got to get the cake tomorrow, and as long as it's ready, it should be smooth sailing from there. She's probably going to invite her friend from down the hall, I hope that gives me the chance to have a nice chat with him and make sure he's right for my little girl.

And I know you're reading this hun, you won't get the flavor of cake out of me, either!