Echoes of Laughter

HAZEL

Levi doesn't tell us where he went. Not that day. Or the next. Police search every nearby road, property, trail, and construction site. Security footage shows Levi leaving the edge of our property.

Then nothing useful. No injured person is found. No body. No abandoned vehicle.

Nothing that explains why our thirteen-year-old son came home covered in someone else's blood.

The blood isn'