Echoes of the Vanished Boy

Previously

…“He gave it to me,” Chris whispered, his voice barely audible. “He said it would help me find my way back.” Miller’s eyes narrowed, his gaze fixed on the wooden bird. It was a token, a clue, a whisper from the past. The mystery, it seemed, was far from resolved. The woods had given them back their son, but they had also kept their secrets. And as the twilight deepened, casting long shadows across the dewy forest floor, a chilling unease settled over the triumphant reunion.