Anderson
Aiden was stubborn, yes. But in all his stubbornness, he had never broken the rule about being home before 7 PM. Now it was nearing 9 PM, and there was no sign of him. My flight was in 40 minutes, and the weight of uncertainty pressed down on my chest like a vice.
Ava stood in the living room, pacing nervously.
“Anderson, I think we should call the police. He’s just a kid. What if something happened to him?”
I rubbed my temple, trying to keep my composure. The last thing I wanted was to start an investigation with all the problem and back-and-forths. But Ava was right. Aiden missing called for immediate action.
“Let’s hold off on that for now,” I said, grabbing my car keys. “He has one friend, Theo, who lives at the end of the estate. I’ll drive there and check first. Maybe
