“Yes, Mom.” He grabbed his jacket, then leaned over and kissed my cheek. “See you tonight.”
Then the door closed, and he was gone. I stood at the window and watched him head down the street.
That evening, Daniel didn’t come home.
The last time I saw Daniel, he was standing in the hallway.
I didn’t worry at first.
Daniel sometimes stayed late at school to play guitar with friends, or drifted over to the park to hang out until dark. He always texted me when he did that, but
