The first thing that made me uneasy was the vehicle in Liam\u2019s driveway. His car should have been parked beside the hydrangeas, exactly where he usually left it, but instead a dark gray SUV occupied the space. Its engine had recently been running; even from the gate, I could hear the faint ticking of hot metal cooling beneath the hood. I checked the number on the mailbox twice. Pale-blue shutters. Cedar porch. White railing. There was no mistake. I had bought this house.<\/p>\n
I stood there holding a bakery box against my hip, suddenly conscious of how absurdly cheerful the package looked. Inside were the chocolate-chip cookies Liam had loved since childhood, the ones I still made whenever I wanted to remind him that home was more than a place. I had flown down from Boston without telling him because he had started college only a few weeks earlier, and I wanted to surprise him. He was eighteen now, technically an adult, but part of me still expected his face to brighten when I arrived with something warm from a bakery.<\/p>\n
Then I noticed the sandals.<\/p>\n
Two tiny pairs sat beside the front door, both covered in a little sand. Under the porch swing was a plastic dump truck. Through the front window I could see a woman\u2019s handbag on the kitchen counter and family photographs arranged along the wall. Liam\u2019s graduation picture, which I remembered placing there myself, was gone. In its place stood photographs of children I didn't recognize.<\/p>\n
I climbed the steps and knocked.<\/p>\n
The door opened almost immediately.<\/p>\n
The woman on the other side looked at me, and for several seconds neither of us spoke. I knew her. I had not seen her often since my divorce, but there was no mistaking Chloe Mitchell, David\u2019s younger sister. She was barefoot, dressed in linen shorts and a loose blouse, and her expression changed from surprise to something much closer to alarm.<\/p>\n
\u201cSarah?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cChloe?\u201d<\/p>\n
Her fingers tightened around the edge of the door.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you doing here?\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked past her into the house. \u201cI was going to ask you the same thing.\u201d<\/p>\n
Two boys raced down the hallway behind her, laughing as one chased the other. A man\u2019s jacket hung from the back of a dining chair. Toys covered the living-room rug. The place had none of Liam\u2019s careless college-student disorder anymore. It looked like a family had moved in and intended to stay.<\/p>\n
I raised the bakery box slightly.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere\u2019s Liam?\u201d<\/p>\n
Chloe glanced at the cookies before looking back at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cSarah, maybe you should come inside.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. Just tell me where my son is.\u201d<\/p>\n
One of the boys ran over and wrapped his arms around Chloe\u2019s waist. She placed a protective hand on his head without taking her eyes off me.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe isn\u2019t here.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI can see that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI mean he doesn't live here anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n
For a moment I honestly thought I had misunderstood her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLiam left.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is his house.\u201d<\/p>\n
Chloe swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou need to talk to David.\u201d<\/p>\n
That sentence landed harder than it should have. David was my ex-husband, and there were very few circumstances in which his name appeared in a conversation about Liam without making me tense.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does David have to do with where Liam lives?\u201d<\/p>\n
Chloe stepped aside.<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease.\u201d<\/p>\n
I entered.<\/p>\n
The smell hit me first: coffee, lemon cleaner, and something faintly sweet from whatever the children had eaten earlier. The kitchen had been changed. Liam\u2019s mismatched blue mugs were gone. In their place sat a neat row of identical white cups. His surfboard had disappeared from beside the patio doors. Even the old blanket he always threw over the sofa was missing.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere are his things?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSome were moved.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBy whom?\u201d<\/p>\n
Chloe looked down.<\/p>\n
I put the cookies on the counter.<\/p>\n
\u201cCall him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSarah\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCall Liam.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t have his new number.\u201d<\/p>\n
That frightened me more than the unfamiliar people in the house.<\/p>\n
Chloe had known Liam since the day he was born. She sent him birthday cards. She had watched him graduate. If he had changed his number and hadn't given it to her, something had happened.<\/p>\n
I pulled out my phone and called him.<\/p>\n
The call went directly to voicemail.<\/p>\n
I called again.<\/p>\n
The same thing happened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen did he leave?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout three weeks ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at her.<\/p>\n
Three weeks.<\/p>\n
I had spoken to Liam six times during those three weeks. He had complained about a difficult professor, talked about his shifts at the restaurant, and once spent ten minutes telling me about a terrible sandwich he had bought near campus. He had never said he was no longer living in the house I had purchased for him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy did he leave?\u201d<\/p>\n
Chloe turned toward the window.<\/p>\n
\u201cAsk David.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is David?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cChloe.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI really don't.\u201d<\/p>\n
A car door slammed outside.<\/p>\n
Chloe went completely still.<\/p>\n
I followed her gaze.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho is that?\u201d<\/p>\n
She hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cProbably Richard.\u201d<\/p>\n
My former father-in-law entered a moment later.<\/p>\n
Richard Mitchell was seventy and still carried himself like a man who expected doors to open before he reached them. His silver hair was neatly combed, his trousers pressed, his expression controlled. He stepped inside, saw me, and stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cWell,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
I gave him a thin smile.<\/p>\n
\u201cApparently I\u2019m the only person who wasn\u2019t expecting me.\u201d<\/p>\n
His eyes moved toward Chloe.<\/p>\n
Something silent passed between them.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat wasn\u2019t nothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard placed his keys on the counter.<\/p>\n
\u201cSarah, Liam is safe.\u201d<\/p>\n
The reassurance immediately made me more nervous.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe has been in contact.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWith you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOccasionally.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is he?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t have an exact address.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou just told me he\u2019s safe.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI have reason to believe he is.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn't the same thing.\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard\u2019s jaw tightened. I knew that expression. I had seen it on David during our marriage whenever I asked a question he didn't want to answer.<\/p>\n
I picked up my phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho are you calling?\u201d Chloe asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe police.\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard moved before I expected him to. He didn't touch me, but he stepped directly into the path between me and the door.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat would be premature.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
He seemed to realize his mistake and moved away.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would it be premature if my son has disappeared from a house I own and neither of you can tell me where he is?\u201d<\/p>\n
Chloe's voice dropped.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere are things you don't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen tell me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard interrupted her.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe house isn't yours anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n
The kitchen seemed to fall silent.<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou should speak with your attorney before accusing anyone of anything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI paid cash for that property.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy name is on the deed.\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard looked almost apologetic.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n
I pulled out my phone and opened the county property records website. My hands were steady until the page loaded.<\/p>\n
Then they weren't.<\/p>\n
My name had disappeared.<\/p>\n
The current owner was listed as David Mitchell.<\/p>\n
My ex-husband.<\/p>\n
I stared at the screen until the letters seemed to lose their meaning.<\/p>\n
Seven years after our divorce, David had somehow become the legal owner of the four-hundred-thousand-dollar house I had purchased with part of my mother's inheritance so our son could begin adulthood with something secure.<\/p>\n
I looked up.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he do?\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard said nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did David do?\u201d<\/p>\n
One of Chloe's boys stopped playing.<\/p>\n
Chloe bent to lift him when he started to cry. As she raised her arm, her sleeve slipped toward her elbow.<\/p>\n
That was when I saw the bruises.<\/p>\n
Several dark marks circled her wrist.<\/p>\n
They weren't random.<\/p>\n
They looked like fingers.<\/p>\n
I stopped.<\/p>\n
Chloe noticed where I was looking and immediately pulled her sleeve down.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho did that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo one.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cChloe.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s nothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard had seen them too. His expression changed for only a second, but I caught it.<\/p>\n
Before I could ask again, the front door opened.<\/p>\n
David walked inside.<\/p>\n
He looked at Chloe first.<\/p>\n
Then Richard.<\/p>\n
Then me.<\/p>\n
He didn't look surprised.<\/p>\n
That was when the fear inside me became something more precise.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew I was coming.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou're a terrible liar.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI heard you were here.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFrom whom?\u201d<\/p>\n
He ignored the question and walked toward the kitchen.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere's Liam?\u201d<\/p>\n
David stopped.<\/p>\n
Something uneasy crossed his face.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou haven't found him?\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
He glanced at his father.<\/p>\n
Richard remained silent.<\/p>\n
David's mouth tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s a problem.\u201d<\/p>\n
The words chilled me.<\/p>\n
I stepped closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat have you done to our son?\u201d<\/p>\n
David looked directly into my eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cSarah, if Liam contacts you, don't ask him to come back here.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked toward the windows.<\/p>\n
When he spoke again, his voice was barely above a whisper.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause someone is watching the house.\u201d<\/p>\n
The first thing that made me uneasy was the vehicle in Liam\u2019s driveway. His car should have been parked beside the hydrangeas, exactly where he usually left it, but instead … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":7831,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-7832","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-insightdrama"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7832","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=7832"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7832\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7852,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7832\/revisions\/7852"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/7831"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=7832"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=7832"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=7832"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}