The boy stared at the policeman’s tattoo. “My dad had the same one,” he said—and the officer went rigid.

Leo nodded eagerly. “He was tall. Like you. Brown hair. Green eyes.”
Then his smile faded. “But then he changed. He forgot things. Mommy cried a lot.”

Green eyes. Brown hair. Tall.

It was Étienne.

Bastien swallowed hard. “And your parents now?”

Leo looked down at the pavement, scuffing his shoe.
“I don’t know. Mrs. Sylvie says my dad disappeared. Mommy says she’ll come back for me one day.”