While the world moved forward into a new year—celebrations, resolutions, and routines—our family’s life came to a complete stop. For us, time no longer moves in days or hours. It moves in heartbeats, in moments of waiting, in endless “what ifs” that refuse to let us rest.

Zion is not just a name on a post or a face you scroll past. She is a child. She is someone who laughs, dreams, and matters deeply. She has a family who loves her beyond words and misses her more than anyone can imagine. Her absence is felt in every corner of our home, in every unanswered question, and in every sleepless night.

Someone, somewhere, has seen something. Someone knows something—maybe a detail that felt small at the time, maybe a moment that didn’t seem important enough to mention. But that detail could be everything. It could be the difference between silence and answers. Between waiting and bringing our child home.