I ran back home.
Carl was sitting on the couch reading when I burst through the door.
“You’re back already?” he asked.
I sat beside him, my hands shaking.
“Carl… the boy next door.”
“What about him?”
“He looks like Daniel.”
Carl slowly closed his book.
“The same hair,” I continued. “The same face. Carl… he has the same eyes. One blue, one brown.”
“He’s nineteen.”
Carl went completely still.
I had never seen that look on his face before.
Then he whispered something that made my stomach drop.
“I thought… this was buried.”
“What does that mean?” I asked.
Carl covered his face with both hands.
