“And Ethan?”

Bennett took a breath. “Noah says Ethan left after Daniel died. They argued. Ethan wanted to contact you. Noah was scared. They separated.”

My heart broke in a new direction. “Is Ethan alive?”

“We’re looking.”

Chapter 6 — The Young Man Who Was Nine

I met Noah in a private room at an FBI field office in Seattle four days later.

For seven years, my son had stayed nine in my mind. Small hands. Missing tooth. Freckles across his nose. The young man who stood when I entered was taller than me.