Trish replayed the traffic-cam footage until her eyes burned. One second, her husband was in the driver’s seat beside her. The next, the frame froze, skipped, and he was gone — the car still swerving, her own scream caught in the static. She told herself it was a glitch, an error in the system but deep down she believed there's more to the story.  

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Now James, a convicted killer on death row, claimed his son disappeared in the same manner five years ago. His story was wild, impossible — people snatched into thin air, stolen into some unseen world. Yet when Trish looked into his eyes through the prison glass, she didn’t see madness. She saw the same bottomless absence carved into her own life.