It felt as though I had become a ghost the day Bill disappeared.
Even after all these years, some habits refused to die. Sometimes I would still take out Bill’s dinosaur plate before quietly putting it back. Fifteen years later, I still bought his favorite cereal. One day, Mike caught me doing it and simply shook his head.
The last time I saw Bill, he was ten years old.
He raced out the front door wearing a blue windbreaker, full of excitement and energy.
“I’ll bring home my best science project ever, Mom!”
Those were the last words he spoke to me before leaving for school.
He never made it home.
When the afternoon passed and there was no sign of him, I called the school. Then I called the police.
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