“Get my phone. My photos. I saved the warning. I saved it because you were leaving for college and I was scared. Look.”
With shaking hands, Tyler scrolled to the saved image.
The warning. The photo.
The face now shouting behind my basement door.
I watched my son’s world tilt.
“That’s… that’s not Aidan,” he said weakly. “The name says—”
“The name says Marcus. And last month a different warning called him Ryan. And before that, Devon. He uses a new name every time, sweetheart. He used a new name for you.”
