He stood frozen near the back wall, where a wooden panel hung crooked. In his trembling hands was a dusty plastic case.
"Dad… I found this behind the panel. The one Mom always told you not to touch, remember?"
"Let me see it."
He held it out like it might burn him.
"The one Mom always told you not to touch, remember?"
"There's a date written on it. The night before… before they disappeared."
My throat went dry.
"Adam, are you sure?"
"Look at her handwriting, Dad. That's Mom's. I know it is."
Ethan came down the stairs behind me, drawn by the noise.
"What's going on down here? You both look like you've seen a ghost."
"Look at her handwriting, Dad. That's Mom's."
"Your brother found a disc," I whispered. "Your mother left it. The night before."
Ethan's face drained of color.
