Every disappearance begins in the ordinary. The moment before, when the world is still solid. A Tuesday afternoon, rain humming on the asphalt of a strip mall parking lot. Lena clicks her remote, and the taillights of her car bloom red. The air is damp, metallic with the scent of a storm. And in the space of three steps, she vanishes into the shadows between the streetlights.
The reconstructio...
