The police officer asked questions, took notes, and eventually told me, “Sometimes teenagers leave for a couple of days. Arguments with parents, that sort of thing.”
“Daniel’s not like that.”
“What do you mean?”
“Sometimes teenagers leave for a couple of days.”
“Daniel is kind and sensitive. He’s the kind of kid who apologizes when someone bumps into him.”
The officer gave me a sympathetic smile. “We’ll file a report, ma’am.”
But I could tell he thought I was another panicked parent who didn’t know her own kid.
I never could’ve imagined how right he was.
The next morning, I went to Daniel’s school.
The principal was kind. She let me watch the security footage from the cameras that covered the main gate.
He thought I was another panicked parent who didn’t know her own kid.
I sat in a small office and watched the video from the previous afternoon.
Groups of teenagers poured out of the building in clusters, laughing, pushing each other, checking their phones.
Then I saw Daniel walking beside a girl. For a moment, I didn’t recognize her. Then she glanced over her shoulder, and I got a clearer look at her face.
“Maya,” I whispered.
Maya had visited Daniel a handful of times. Quiet girl. Polite in a way that seemed careful.
I saw Daniel walking beside a girl.
In the video, they walked through the gate and toward the bus stop. They got on a city bus together, and then they were gone.
“I need to speak to Maya.” I turned to the principal. “Can I?”
“Maya doesn’t attend this school anymore.” She gestured to the video. “She transferred suddenly. That was her last day here.”
***
I drove straight to Maya’s house.
