I Couldn’t Remember Hearing Anyone Come Back Upstairs

Mercer.

She’d been taken at nine years old from a rest stop outside Missoula.

The story had been on local news for years, then less and less, then only on those anniversary posts people share with a sad face and keep scrolling. Her mother had gone inside to pay for gas. Kayley had been at the vending machines twenty feet away. By the time she came back continue reading …