The fog in Hallstead County was thick enough to erase the world. It clung to the pines, curled under porch lights, and muffled the sound of tires on the old roads.
Here, memories vanished quietly, like breath on glass, and for nearly four decades, so did the answer to the county’s most haunting question: What happened to the fifteen children who boarded a yellow school bus one spring morning in 1986 and never returned?
It was just past 7 a.m. when the call came. Deputy Sheriff Lana Whitaker was pouring her first coffee when the dispatcher’s voice crackled through: “Possible discovery out by Morning Lake Pines. Construction crew digging for septic tank unearthed what they think is a school bus. Plates match a long-closed case.”
Lana’s hand froze, the mug warming her palm. She didn’t need to write it down—she knew the case by heart. She’d been a child herself that year, homesick with chickenpox, and she’d watched from her bedroom window as her classmates piled onto the bus for the last field trip before summer break.
She’d carried the memory—and the guilt of not being there—like a splinter under her skin ever since.