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The boy jumps, pats the dirt flat, and disappears from the frame. The video runs for another minute—just the sound of a car engine starting and the wind whistling through the leaves—before cutting to black at .

Elias caught his breath. Those were his son Leo’s shoes—the ones he’d lost a week before they moved out of that house.

Elias stared at the black screen. They had moved three hundred miles away from that porch three years ago. He looked at the date again. March 20th. Today was March 20th.