When Andrew takes his son, Ethan, along on a work trip to the woods, the outing takes a terrifying turn when Ethan disappears. Later, Ethan reappears, only to lead Andrew to an abandoned cabin where a desperate woman and her child await…
Three years ago, my life split in two.
One half revolved around the past — a life involving my wife Julia and our daughter Belle. The other half was defined by the emptiness they had left behind after the accident.
Somehow, I’d managed to hold onto Ethan, my nine-year-old son. He was the reason I got out of bed, though some days, I wasn’t sure I deserved to.
Photography became my lifeline. Framing the world through a lens helped me filter the chaos of reality. Sometimes, I took Ethan along when I had to travel for work.
And look, it wasn’t ideal, but he loved being outdoors, and when my mother wasn’t available to look after Ethan, I couldn’t stand the thought of leaving him with strangers.
So, he’d come with me.
“Homework has to be done the day you get it, Son,” I told him one day as I was making pasta for dinner. “That way, when I get any projects coming up during the weekends, you can come with me. Agree?”
He grinned at me.
“Of course, Dad. And you can always just help me to make it go quicker,” he added cheekily.
On the day that changed our lives yet again, we’d driven to a remote forest just outside of town. There was a lake I needed to photograph for a client. And it was the absolute perfect location, the mirror-like expanse surrounded by the towering pines.
“Dad, it’s beautiful here,” Ethan said.
I set up my camera near the shore, while Ethan entertained himself by gathering sticks and skipping rocks. The forest was quiet, save for the occasional birdcall or the rustle of leaves in the breeze.
I wondered whether Julia and Belle would have come along with us. Or whether Julia would have insisted on keeping the kids home, making sure that she cooked up a spread for me when I got home.
“Sit down, Andrew,” she would say the moment I walked in. “Ethan, take Dad’s bag. And let’s eat!”
I smiled to myself as I focused on framing the perfect shot when the silence behind me became deafening. I glanced up, expecting to see Ethan nearby. Instead, the spot where he’d been playing was empty.
“Ethan? Son?” I called, scanning the shoreline.
My voice echoed across the water, but there was no response.
My chest tightened.
I couldn’t lose my son, too. No. I just couldn’t.