When I returned to the small town I once called home, I was just a desperate father looking for my missing son. Every clue led me to a dead end until a Facebook notification appeared on my phone, and four chilling words made my heart stop: “Come quickly, he’s here.”
The bell above the door chimed as I stepped into the corner store. A man behind the counter glanced up from his phone as I approached. “Can I help you?”…
