i called every friend of mine, every friend of hers. i called every number in the directory that she had. no one had seen her. no one knew what i was talking about. >> what did all of that feel like? >> it was like being in a nightmare because mom was never late. mom didn't miss appointments. she didn't just disappear. >> the next day, denis and the kids filed a report with the rcmp, the royal canadian mounted police. they created a missing persons poster, a photo of wendy smiling, happy, her hazel eyes magnified by supersized glasses they plastered around town. a day went by, then two, then a week. >> i just kept waiting for her to walk through the door. >> you expected that to happen? >> i didn't know what else to do. for me it was, she's going to come back, right? i'm 15 years old and expecting everything to come and be normal.