The Mysterious Incidents
It began with little things—snacks that disappeared, toys turning up broken. When our daughter cried because something she treasured most had gone missing, I installed a lock on her door. My wife insisted I was overreacting, brushing it off as kids simply being kids. But this wasn’t just about misplaced toys or stolen treats. The truth had been buried for two years before I finally revealed it to her.
The Mysterious Incidents
Noticing Strange Absences
One afternoon, while helping Sarah tidy her room, I realized some of her art supplies were gone. “Dad, I’m sure I left my paints right here!” she protested, her frustration obvious. I scanned the room, puzzled. Maybe she had moved them, but this wasn’t the first time something had vanished. The pattern bothered me. “We’ll figure this out,” I reassured her. We retraced her steps together, though deep down I suspected there was more to uncover.
Noticing Strange Absences
