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[nascensibility]

[She very much debates sending this. It isn't her style, not after the losses she's endured, not after the way this place takes, and takes, and takes, so much that it becomes commonplace, that she should find herself numb to it. Evelyn doesn't particularly anticipate replies; people go missing every day.

Her son's room is entirely empty. Evelyn knows what it means.]

If anyone sees a tow-headed boy, eight years old, please contact me.

His name is Alex.

E. O'Connell

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[nascensibility]

[If Alex is gone, he's gone, and Evelyn can take comfort knowing that he is safe back home, but it doesn't help strangle the nerves of a mother who only recently reunited with her child after years apart.

Logic says her son is gone. Desperate hope says otherwise.]

The stables. He often went to visit the horses.

If you don't find him, just

I'm sorry, I don't know what to say. I don't know.