A knock on my window made me flinch.

An older man stood outside in a worn coat and cracked boots, his gray beard shifting in the wind. He looked like someone the road had claimed and never released.

I lowered the window a little.

“You all right?” he asked.

“No,” I said.

He glanced toward the back of my car. “You got a spare?”

“Yes.”

“Pop the trunk.”

He changed the tire without asking anything else. Fast. Calm. Certain. Like he had done it more times than he could count.

I stood nearby, arms wrapped around myself, watching his hands work.

When he finished, he wiped his palms on a rag and looked at me with the saddest eyes I had ever seen.

Then he said, very gently, “Take care now, Margaret.”

Everything inside me stopped.

I had not told him my name.

“What did you say?”

But he was already stepping away.

“Wait.”

He looked back at me once, as if there were more words trapped inside him, then turned and walked toward the trees.

I climbed back into my car, shaking.

That was when I noticed the Polaroid on the passenger seat.

A little boy in a red shirt. Hair falling into his eyes. A crooked front tooth.

Daniel.

A picture I had never seen in my life.

On the white border was an address, and beneath it, written shakily, was my name.

I called the old sheriff. The one who had handled Daniel’s case. He had become mayor while I was still searching for my child.

The moment he saw the Polaroid on my phone, his face lost all color.

“Where did you get that?” he asked.

“Do you know this address?”

“Margaret, listen to me carefully. Do not go there.”

“Why?”

His jaw tightened. “Because if I’m right, that place belongs to Roy’s niece.”

The name meant nothing to me.

He kept talking, faster now. “Roy worked maintenance along Route 9 back then. We questioned him during the search. He said he saw nothing. If that photo came from him and the boy in it is Daniel, then I missed something I should have seen.”

I started the car.

“Margaret, don’t do this alone,” he said. “I’m coming now.”

But I was already driving.

The house was small and ordinary. Toys scattered in the yard. Wind chimes hanging from the porch. A truck parked in the driveway.