Lila had woken to find Victor gone. He’d been quiet since his visit to the doctor a few days prior, though he’d insisted nothing conclusive had come from the appointment. Just a series of tests and an assurance the office would call him with results within a couple of weeks. A quick tally of his footwear revealed his bedroom slippers had disappeared with him. So had the baby blue pajamas he’d worn to bed. She’d checked the property, the neighbors’ properties, and was about to get in the car when she’d stopped, sensing he might be close by. She wandered to the end of the street where there was a path carved through a precipice, almost completely obscured by half-dead bracken. It was the route the local children used as a shortcut to the elementary school. She followed it, ducking under branches in spots, and, sure enough, there he was. Sitting on a smooth flat rock in the clearing where the more rebellious sixth graders used to sneak cigarettes. His back was to her, but even in his baggy pajamas she could see he was tense, sitting on his hands the way he was, rocking back and forth as if trying not to vomit.
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