The list skipped right from Elliott to Ellis.

There were five blank lines of white paper where my son’s name should have been printed between them.

“Is there an extra page tucked in the back?” I asked.

“No,” Clara said.

“That’s the whole list.”

I turned the booklet over in my hands.

Eighty-four names were printed in the directory, each with a high school photo and the city where they lived now.

“Did every family on the town mailing list get one of these in the mail?” I asked.