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as he stood rocking beside her, her baby boy, her preteen, his cheek pressed oddly to the side of her breast.
    Now Margot Tesler huffs into the room and sits down across from Cara to explain what happened: Phil, Adam’s regular aide, was out sick today, and Teresa, Adam’s usual sub, already had an assignment, so he had someone new today, a Mrs. Warshowski, who misunderstood what she was told and believed recess was her break time.
    Cara stares at her. Until this moment she hasn’t been terribly worried. She assumed he’d be found in one of his strange places, behind a vending machine, under the piano in the music room, that soon there would be some forced laughter and general embarrassment about the commotion this caused. Now she’s less sure. “He went out to recess alone? ”
    â€œThe playground supervisors were told. They were perfectly aware.”
    â€œBut he was outside when he disappeared?”
    Margot meets her gaze and nods. “Yes.”
    Cara stands up. She hasn’t considered the idea that he might have been outside, might have really disappeared. She needs to get out there and start looking in all the spots Adam is most likely to have gone. “He must have heard something—a lawn mower maybe. Or some music. Did you check the maintenance room? Sometimes they leave their radio on.”
    â€œWe checked. He’s not there.”
    Cara gathers her things. “How about the music room? Is the band practicing?”
    â€œWe looked. They’re not.”
    â€œAdam can hear things other people can’t. If one kid is playing violin somewhere in the building, he’ll probably hear it and try to get closer.”
    Margot comes around the desk. “We’ve got people looking inside and outside.”
    â€œLet me go find him, Margot. I’m sorry this has caused such a disruption, but I’ll find him. He can’t have gone far.” In the old days, when Adam was younger and more driven by his compulsions to investigate machines, heating vents, water faucets not completely turned off, Cara lost him more often than she liked to admit. She knew the panic, the speed with which he could disappear, but she also knew, intuitively, how to find him: Stop. Listen hard for his humming, his tiny throaty bird noises, or for what he must have heard—music maybe, or the low compelling purr of a machine come to life.
    â€œThey may ask for that in a minute or two, but for right now, you need to stay here.”
    â€œThey? Who is they?”
    â€œThe police.”
    The police? “How long has he been gone?”
    â€œA little over an hour. There’s a girl missing, too. The police say they think that’s a good sign, that it diminishes the possibility of stranger abduction. It’s virtually unheard of for someone to take two children at once.”
    Cara tries to swallow but finds it hard, her mouth filling up with something she can’t bear the taste of. She nods but doesn’t sit down. “What happened, Margot? Why wasn’t anyone watching him?”
    â€œThere was actually more supervision than usual. Six adults were outside when it happened. There was no stranger on the playground, no unknown cars in the parking lot, no unusual interactions that anyone saw. We’re talking to the three classrooms of kids who were outside at the time, trying to find out if any kids talked to them, dared them to hide maybe, as a practical joke, or to walk over to the woods.”
    The woods, she thinks. Beyond the soccer fields on the far side of the playground, there is a lovely wood glade of pine trees that gives the school its name, Woodside Elementary. “Let me go outside, Margot.”
    â€œNot yet. They’re doing a systematic search, and for now they ask that you stay here.”
    Cara looks out the window. “What do they think happened?”
    â€œThey think it was a prank. Someone picked two vulnerable kids and told