A Mother’s Unending Search: The Disappearance of Michael Holloway, Through the Eyes of Dawn Holloway
“Every birthday, I still buy him a cake,” Dawn Holloway whispers, her voice catching in her throat. “Eleven candles. Even though he’d be twenty-three now. Maybe, someday, he’ll get to blow them out.” The swing set in Dawn Holloway’s backyard stands silent, a constant reminder of the day her son, Michael Holloway, vanished without a…
