The next morning, I asked Mark about Leo, trying to understand what had changed before he disappeared. Mark told me things I hadn’t noticed before, small details that now felt important. He said Leo had seemed quieter, that he didn’t want to play as much, and that he once mentioned his house had become loud, in a way that didn’t sound normal.
More importantly, Mark remembered where he lived.
A blue house not far from the park.
I went there that same day.
At first, I told myself I was just checking, but the truth was I already knew something wasn’t right. When Leo’s mother opened the door, she seemed surprised to see me, but also distracted, like someone trying to keep everything together without quite managing it.
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