I’d believed my son trusted me, even after losing his father changed our family forever. But when I discovered he’d been lying about his weekends for two months, I feared the worst. I went searching for answers, never imagining his secret would expose something I’d refused to face for years.
“When is my son coming home? He’s been staying at your place for weeks!”
I nearly dropped my coffee.
“Denise, what are you talking about? Nathan’s been at your house since yesterday!”
I looked at the clock.
It was almost nine on Saturday night.
“And Cole tells me he’s staying with Nathan. It’s the same story every week.”
Denise was the mother of my sixteen-year-old son’s best friend.
Our boys had been inseparable since kindergarten.
For two months, Nathan had kissed my cheek every Friday, grabbed his backpack, and told me he’d be staying with Cole.
“Denise, when did you last see Nathan?”
“Same.”
Eight weekends of lies, from early August to late September.
I called Nathan while Denise stayed on my landline.
Straight to voicemail.
Again.
Nothing.
“Cole’s not answering either!” Denise cried.
I opened Nathan’s last text.
“Mom, Cole and I ordered pizza. Don’t wait up. Love you.”
I typed a reply.
“Nathan, I know you’re not at Cole’s. Call me now.”
Delivered.
Not read.
“Come over,” I said. “We’re finding them tonight.”
***
Denise arrived twenty minutes later. We called the boys’ friends and checked their usual hangouts.
Nobody had seen them.
I searched Nathan’s room and found a receipt beneath his desk lamp.
Sandpaper. Wood glue. Paintbrushes.
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