I CAME HOME FROM A WORK TRIP, AND MY 7-YEAR-OLD SON SAID, “DON’T GO INTO MY ROOM” — NATURALLY, I LOOKED

I stepped fully inside and closed the door behind me.

Bennett stayed so close that his shoulder brushed against mine.

“Maybe she’s in the kitchen,” I said, mostly trying to calm my own nerves.

The kitchen was empty.

Two cups sat beside the sink. One still had a tea bag floating inside, while the other looked untouched.

I checked the backyard.

It was empty.continue reading …