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

hands on his shoulders.

His bottom lip quivered.

“I don’t know.”

“Did she go outside?”

He shook his head.

“Did someone come to the house?” His eyes drifted toward the hallway once more.

That was when I noticed a thin strip of light shining beneath his bedroom door.

Bennett was always careful to switch off lights because Lauren had convinced him that every continue reading …