It wouldn’t have been that big of a deal if he hadn’t also noticed his backpack gone. Kade never went anywhere without it.Blane stood in the front entryway, keys in hand, as he tried not to panic. If he panicked, he couldn’t think. Where would Kade have gone?He should have listened to Mona. She’d told him last night that Kade was sneaking food again. Blane didn’t think much about it, but it seemed Kade had been preparing. The question was, why? Why would he leave?Blane ran to his car, wondering how long Kade had been gone. Had he left last night? Or early this morning? Blane had told him good night, seen him to go bed. Why would he leave? What had Blane done?Acid churned in his stomach as he drove, slowly making his way to the heart of the city. That’s where he’d go, right? Blane was guessing. He had no idea. He just knew he had to find him. Allowing Kade to live on the streets wasn’t an option. And whatever it was Blane had done that had set him off, he’d apologize, swear to never do it again, anything so long as Kade agreed to stay.Blane drove to the police station, telling the guy at the front desk what had happened, asking what he should do.
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