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

I was driving through the neighborhood, searching every street, every corner, every place he might have gone.

By midnight, I was sitting in a police station, reporting my son missing.

The officer asked questions, wrote things down, then finally said, “Sometimes teenagers leave for a couple of days. Arguments with parents, that sort of thing.”

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