When Travis moves his family to a quiet town in Maine, he hopes for a new chapter in their lives. But a discovery deep in the woods — a headstone bearing his childhood photo — pulls him into a decades-old mystery…
We had only been in Maine for three weeks when it happened.
My wife, Lily, our eight-year-old son, Ryan, and our Doberman, Brandy, were adjusting to the cold slower than I was. But after 16 years of living in Texas, I welcomed the sting of the crisp morning air in my lungs, the soft hush of pine needles underfoot, and the silence of a town that didn’t know our names.
“This place smells like Christmas,” Lily had whispered on the first morning, standing barefoot at the back door in a borrowed flannel shirt.
I welcomed the sting of the crisp morning air in my lungs.
I remember smiling at her and at the way peace looked good on her face.
That Saturday, we decided to go on a mushroom hunt behind the cottage. It wasn’t for anything fancy or borderline dangerous as far as mushrooms go; just the kind that Lily could sauté in butter and garlic while Ryan boasted about his foraging skills.
Brandy barked at everything that moved. Ryan ran ahead of us with a plastic bucket, swiping at ferns like they were dragon tails.
I remember smiling at the way peace looked good on her face.
It was the kind of day that settles into your memory before it even ends.
Until… it got twisted.
Suddenly, Brandy’s bark changed. It dropped an octave, immediately alerting me, and then he growled — low and with warning…
I looked up, and my son was gone.
Until… it got twisted.
“Ryan?” I called out. “Hey, buddy — answer me! This isn’t a game, okay?”
Brandy’s barking grew sharper ahead of me, echoing somewhere just beyond the trees.
“Keep him safe, Bran,” I muttered to myself. “I’m coming.”
I pushed through the brush, careful not to trip over the exposed roots crisscrossing the path. The trail narrowed without warning, winding between tall pines that blocked out most of the afternoon light.
“Hey, buddy — answer me!”
My boots sank into damp moss, and the air suddenly felt cooler and too quiet.
“Lily, come on!” I shouted at my wife.
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