part of Sue Melton’s backyard.
A timestamp glowed at the corner: 8:17 p.m.
William’s breath caught.
On the video, Sue appeared.
She moved with purpose, dragging something across the yard toward a small shed. For a split second William’s mind refused to process what he was seeing. Then his stomach dropped.
It wasn’t something.
It was Owen.
His son’s body looked continue reading …
