I laid my son to rest fifteen years ago\u2014or at least, that\u2019s what I learned to tell myself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Barry was eleven when he disappeared. Sandy-blond hair, quiet smile, the kind of boy who didn\u2019t ask for much. The kind you think you\u2019ll have forever.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then one day, he was gone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We searched for months. Police dragged the quarry lake. Volunteers combed through woods and fields. My wife, Karen, and I lived beside the phone, waiting for it to ring.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It never did.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Eventually, the sheriff sat us down and said what no parent ever survives hearing. Without a body, there was little they could do. The case would stay open, but we had to prepare for the truth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Karen broke.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I didn\u2019t. Not outwardly. I just\u2026 stopped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We never had more children. We couldn\u2019t risk that kind of loss again. Instead, I buried myself in work, running my small hardware store, letting routine carry me through the years.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Fifteen of them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then one afternoon, something shifted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I was reviewing applications for a janitor position when a name caught my eye.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Barry.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I almost skipped it. But something made me pause. Maybe the name. Maybe something deeper.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then I saw the photo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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