My Son Was Declared Gone Until His Math Teacher Found An Envelope He Left For Me

I should not confront Charlie first. Follow him. See something with your own eyes. Then go home and check beneath the loose tile under the little table in my room.

No neat explanation. Just a path.

I folded the letter with hands that did not feel like mine. Mrs. Dilmore was crying silently.

“Did you know?” I asked.

She shook her head. “No. Owen gave me continue reading …