She was just fifteen years old when she vanished.

On the afternoon of November 18, 2006, April Andrews walked out the door of her apartment in Pea Ridge, Arkansas with a simple plan. She told her mom she was headed to the Pea Ridge Church of the Nazarene, just down the street, to look through some clothes the church was giving away.

It was a short walk. A familiar street. A place where she should have been safe. But April never made it home. She was never seen again.

The last known sighting came from a child who said they saw April talking to someone in an older model brown pickup truck. But contrary to some reports, no one knows for certain if she ever got into the vehicle. What is certain is this: by that evening, April’s mother knew something was wrong — and reported her missing.

In the early days, her case was labeled as a runaway. That label stuck for far too long. But the more investigators looked, the more concerned they became. April hadn’t taken anything with her. She hadn’t made plans. And despite scattered, unconfirmed sightings in northwest Arkansas, there has never been any verified trace of her.

At the time of her disappearance, April was navigating more than most fifteen-year-olds should have to. She had few close friends. She was being bullied at school. And she was grieving the loss of her father — all while quietly worrying that she was a burden to the family that loved her.

Nearly two decades have passed, and April Andrews’ case remains unsolved. Her mother is still waiting for answers. Her name rarely makes headlines. But she was a daughter, a student, a young girl with dreams that should have stretched far beyond that church parking lot.

This is her story.
Because April still matters.
Because silence should never have the final word.
Because every girl deserves justice.