I saw a homeless man wearing my son’s jacket, the one that had gone missing – and I decided to follow him.

was her last day here.”

I drove straight to Maya’s house.

A man answered the door.

“Can I please speak to Maya?” I asked. “She was with my son the day he disappeared. I just need to know if Ethan said anything to her.”

The man stared at me for a long moment.

Then something in his face seemed to shut down.

“Maya isn’t here,” he said. “She’s living with her continue reading …