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One night, she asked him, “What do you remember?” He froze, stared at the ceiling, and said, “I don’t belong here yet… but I’m waiting.” The next morning… a neighbor mentioned a child had gone missing years ago… from the exact street the boy had once described. The mom’s heart froze. That night, sh…

One night, she asked him, “What do you remember?” He froze, stared at the ceiling, and said, “I don’t belong here yet… but I’m waiting.” The next morning… a neighbor mentioned a child had gone missing years ago… from the exact street the boy had once described. The mom’s heart froze. That night, she checked his room… and he was gone. On his bed… lay a small photo of the other child. Same face. Same eyes. A note scratched into the corner of the wall read: “I’m back.” She realized…