I thought it was a coincidence.

I had no reason to believe your brother survived.”

He shook his head.

“A coincidence where the boys grew up five miles apart and became best friends?”

It was nearly unbearable when he said it that way.

I photographed the envelope, the footprint card, and the paper Austin had found.

Then I put everything into a clean folder.

My first impulse was to drive directly to the Murphys’ house and demand answers.