Dennis, a single dad still mourning his wife, is baffled when one sock from all his pairs mysteriously starts vanishing. Frustrated and desperate for answers, he sets up a nanny cam. What he discovers sets him on a heart-pounding journey through his quiet neighborhood.
I know what you’re thinking: who makes a big deal about missing socks, right? Trust me, if you’d been in my shoes (pun absolutely intended), you would’ve done the same thing. Because when you’re a single dad trying to keep it together, sometimes the smallest things can drive you completely up the wall.
It started with just one sock. A plain black one, nothing special. I assumed it got eaten by the dryer, like socks tend to do.
But then another disappeared the next week. And another. I don’t know about you, but after the fifth missing sock, even the most rational person would start getting suspicious.
“Dylan?” I called out one morning, rifling through the laundry basket for what felt like the hundredth time. “Have you seen my other gray sock?”
My seven-year-old son barely looked up from his cereal. “No, Dad.
Maybe it’s playing hide and seek?”
Something in his voice made me pause. Dylan had always been a terrible liar, just like his mother was. Sarah could never keep a straight face when trying to surprise me, and Dylan had inherited that same tell — a slight quiver in his voice that gave everything away.
“Are you sure about that, buddy?” I pressed, studying his face. He shrugged, suddenly very interested in his Cheerios. “Maybe check under the couch?”
I did check under the couch, and everywhere else.
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