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But the next day, everything changed.
A simple detail. A trivial setback…
Our son’s bike tire got a flat. I wanted to get the pump, which was always lying around in the garage. I never go in there. It’s not my area of expertise. But that day, I went.
And then, as I opened the door… a shiver ran through me.
His tent. His boots. His headlamp. His sleeping bag. Everything was there. Perfectly stored. Covered with a white sheet. Untouched.
I stood there for a few seconds staring at this scene. A strange emptiness in my stomach…
So I sent him a message: “Send a picture of camp! The kids want to see where you are. 😊 “
His reply came a minute later: “No signal where I am. I just put up the tent. Everything is fine.”
A cold shiver ran through me.
Something sounded wrong. Instinctively, I opened the Find My iPhone app. He had shared his location with me once, and I had never deleted it.
