For nearly a month, Julia struggled to accept her son’s passing, until one day, she received a message from his phone: “Help! I’m sending a geolocation!” A spark of hope ignited in her, especially because…she never saw his body.

Laughter used to echo through Julia’s house, but all that happiness had been replaced by a suffocating silence. She sat at the kitchen table with a mug of forgotten coffee growing cold in her hands.

Across from her, her husband, Martin, mirrored her grief, his eyes kind but weary. They hadn’t slept much since their son, Arnold, vanished.

“Julia,” Martin began gently, “I know it’s hard. It’s been hard for all of us. But we have to try to find a way to… to live with this.”

Julia looked up, her eyes red-rimmed. “How, Martin? How do we live like nothing’s happened? Our boy… he’s gone.”

He reached across the table to engulf his hand in hers. “He wouldn’t want us to fall apart, Jules. We have to be strong, for him. And for each other.”

The memory of their ill-fated vacation flickered in Julia’s mind. They had been the picture of happiness then, brimming with plans for the future.

 

Their visit to a famous canyon site had been breathtaking. Their boy had been excited to explore every nook and cranny.

“That night, the campsite was quiet,” Julia recalled, her voice dropping to a whisper. “I woke up to find Arnold’s tent empty. I just…panicked. I knew something was off.”

They had called his name and searched the nearby trails, but there was no sign of him. When dawn arrived, and Arnold remained missing, they had called the police.

The investigation was thorough but yielded no answers. The forensics team pieced together Arnold’s likely path, concluding he had wandered too close to the edge in the darkness, plunging into the river below.

Search teams scoured the area, divers braved the icy waters, but there was no trace of Arnold.

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