The trip to Greenridge dissolved in a blur, the highway whizzing by in ephemeral glimpses through the windshield. But none of it had seemed real, none of it mattered. There had only existed one reality in my mind, one that I could cling to: Ethan.
My son
Vanished
I hit the brakes hard as we reached the school parking area, the tires protesting the pavement in a deafening whine. As the car stopped, I yanked the door open, not even taking the time to put it in the park before leaping out.
Jack had promised to meet up with me here. Only he could provide any help at this time.
I fought to keep the growing panic in me at bay, telling myself that Ethan had probably gone off somewhere, hidden away the way he had in childhood, scared and small. But that sense—that shaky, jittery sense in the
