Eventually, his car was found several towns away—locked and empty.
But Michael was gone.
There were searches, missing-person flyers, phone calls, and false sightings. My mother never stopped waiting for him.
She died seven years ago without ever knowing what happened to her son.
And now, 21 years later, his necklace was hanging around the neck of my son’s boyfriend.
I needed to know where Noah got it.
I didn’t want to ask him in front of Tyler, so I waited until I had a chance to speak to him alone.
I told Noah I had something interesting downstairs and asked him to follow me into the basement.
Once we were alone, I pointed at the necklace.
“Where did you get that?”
He touched the pendant.
“This? My dad gave it to me.”
“My heart started pounding.
“What’s your father’s name?”
Noah’s smile disappeared.
“Michael.”
