Chapter 1: The Empty Corner of His Room
I thought the police had come to my door because my son had done something he would regret for the rest of his life. FindPolice Jobs
That was my first mistake.
My second happened three nights earlier, when I walked into Caleb’s room with a laundry basket balanced on my hip and noticed something missing.
His guitar stand was empty.
“Caleb?” I called.
“Yeah, Mom?” His voice drifted in from the kitchen.
“Where’s your guitar?” FindGuitars
The silence lasted just long enough to worry me.
A moment later, my thirteen-year-old son appeared in the doorway. His ears had already turned red, the surest sign that he was nervous about telling me something.
“Mom, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”
