Miracle on Snowbird Lake

Can Hope Penetrate the Darkest Night?
Eleven-year-old Annie smiled at her dad as she pedaled past the pearly white church gazebo--a still frame etched in his mind forever. He could not have known it would be his last glimpse of her cherub face.

In the shadow of the Adirondack Mountains, the town of Dutch Hollow briefly rallied together. Flyers were passed, meetings were held, and a substantial reward was offered. Some even volunteered to set up a toll-free call center for tips leading to th...