My daughter never returned home after prom—eleven months later, something I accidentally discovered hidden inside my son’s beanbag chair turned my face completely pale.

and the river. Weeks later, they said Livia had contacted them, was safe, and as an adult, didn’t have to share her location.

After that night, my son changed.

He stopped laughing. He locked his bedroom door whenever he was inside. If I knocked, he answered through the wood.

“Please, Mom. Just don’t come in.”

After that night, my son changed.

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