Derek was already halfway up the concrete front steps.

Michael ran across the wet grass and looked in through the big front window.

Inside, the house looked totally still.

Derek pushed the unlocked front door open.

Michael reached the bottom porch step just in time to hear a child crying inside.

The hall was dark.

Noah was sitting on the hardwood floor beside the kitchen pantry, wrapped tight in a blue fleece blanket.

“I pushed the speed dial button in the pantry,” Noah said in a soft, shaky whisper.