The last light of day falls across Maple Street. A child’s humming is lost in the rustle of autumn leaves. A moment, captured by the unblinking eye of a doorbell camera: a flash of a red jacket, a quick glance, a turn toward the familiar creek path. By nightfall, that moment is all that’s left. Her backpack is found at the water’s edge, its straps heavy with silt, the pencils inside rattling li...
