I read over the letters that he had thrown at me before he ran out. They did sound

mysterious, I should have re-written them, but I crumpled them, tossed them in the trash

and went back down the hall to Patrick.

About an hour later, Patrick was finished studying for the night, and I had decided to tell

them everything. I sent Patrick to Nicolas' room to get them. Patrick came back two

minutes later saying his brother was not there. I went to the bedroom and found his

window wide open. His backpack was missing, and so were some of his clothes. It would

be a long time before I saw my oldest son again.

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