Fifteen years ago
“Mom! I’m home!” 10 year old Zeke Summers called as he got home from school. His father usually got home much later, so Zeke knew he was safe for now.
Dad hated it when he yelled in the house.
Silence greeted him as he dropped his backpack on the floor. That was odd.
His mom was usually home at this time. She spent her days making baby dresses which she took down to the thrift store to sell. She was happy being a homemaker. She had once told Zeke that looking after him and his Dad was what made her happy.
But after his baby brother, Zach died just before he turned 4, she had changed. She still smiled when they talked but there was a scary kind of silence in her eyes that he didn’t understand.
“Mom?” Zeke called again. The house was too quiet, like it was holdin
