Jack never took sick days—not even when his mother died—so when he stayed home sick one morning, I was surprised. But the real shock came when I opened the door and found a life-sized porcelain statue of Jack on our porch.
It was disturbingly accurate. Even Jack was horrified when he saw it.He dragged it inside without explanation, begging me to take the kids and promising answers later. As we left, my son handed me a note he’d found under the statue. It read:
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