When I was younger, I remember the thrill of going Christmas shopping.

My mom or my dad would give me money to buy gifts for other loved ones,

and I would want to spend hours,

looking through all the stores in the local mall to find just the right present.

It had to be meaningful, but it also had to fit into my small budget.

It was difficult, but it was so exciting.

When I was a teenager and started using my own money that I had earned from babysitting,

or in later years of high school, from working at the local bank,

I was even more conscientious and thoughtful.

The work put into every dollar became more clear. Regardless of where the money came from, though, given to me or earned, it never diminished the

joy I felt in gifting. It made me just as excited for Christmas as the dreams of what I myself would receive. And it is likely

with this same attitude that three young girls went to the mall two days before Christmas to pick up

some last-minute gifts. But these three young girls never got the joy of watching a loved one's face light up while opening their gift,

nor to open any of their own because they simply vanished.

This is the case of the Fort Worth trio.

Music So, you know, Welcome to coffee and cases where we like our coffee and cases where we like our coffee hot and our cases cold.

My name is Allison Williams.

And my name is Maggie Damron.

We will be telling stories each week in the hopes that someone out there with any information concerning the cases will take those tips to law enforcement.

So justice and closure can be brought to these families.

With each case, we encourage you to continue in the conversation on our Facebook page,

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