I Stumbled Upon a Headstone in the Woods and Saw My Childhood Photo on It – I Was Shocked When I Learned the Truth

I pushed through the brush, careful not to trip over the exposed roots crisscrossing the path. The trail narrowed without warning, winding between tall pines that blocked out most of the afternoon light.

My boots sank into damp moss, and the air suddenly felt cooler and too quiet.

“Lily, come on!” I shouted at my wife.

“Coming, honey,” she said, sounding exhausted and scared at the same time. “Coming!”

“Ryan!” I shouted once more.

A flicker of unease rose in my chest.

Then I heard him.

Not my son’s voice, no. But his laugh. And Brandy was barking again, but not aggressively.

I picked up my pace.

I emerged into a clearing I hadn’t seen before and stopped dead in my tracks.

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