He sat with his wife’s photo, waiting for a son who had already boarded without him

to feel like a whisper through the screen.

They’re trying to blame you. But the truth is out. Don’t let them pull you back.

No signature. But I recognized the writing style. Trevor.

A soft knock sounded at my door. I opened it to find Harper standing there. Exhausted. Tense. But determined.

— I shouldn’t be here, — she said quickly. — But you deserve to continue reading …