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“We’re sorry to come here unannounced,” she said with a kind smile. “We were hoping to speak with your son.”

The Granbys shifted from side to side. Cathy placed her hand on Adam’s shoulder and squeezed.

“My son…isn’t well,” he said. “What could you possibly want to speak to him about?”

“We want to ask him about what he saw that day,” she replied gently. We had no reason to lie to them. “Night and I are looking into the disappearances.”

“Oh, but Samuel is…he’s such a delicate boy,” Cathy blurted, her fingers digging deeper into her husband’s shirt. “He could get hurt.” She paused, her eyes narrowing at me. “You could hurt him.”

Her words didn’t offend me—I’d expected this pushback. I glanced at Bryn, and she nodded for me to speak.

“I promise I won’t touch your son or make him talk if he doesn’t want to. All we want is to try to get to the bottom of what happened all those years ago. As far as we know, he’s the only witness.”

“Forgive me for asking, but why do you care about missing Ki