The note on the fridge was a lie. Neighbors thought the Ramirez family had simply left town, but days became weeks, and the silence inside that brick house on Birchwood Drive began to feel like a wound. No luggage gone. No calls made. No relatives expecting them. Just a missing van, a missing family, and a missing piec… Continues…
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