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Jim and Lisa sat at the small kitchen table eating breakfast and planning the locations to search for their missing son, Thomas. As they studied a map of their neighborhood and surrounding areas, the phone rang.
Jim leaned back to grab the handset of the phone hanging on the wall behind him. "Hello. Yes, it is." He covered the receiver with his hand and whispered to Lisa, "It's the police."
Lisa's heart beat increased. God, please let it be good news. Studying Jim as he spoke, she realized he was upset when he cleared his throat to keep his voice from quivering.
She sprang up from her chair and began clearing the table. The dishes clanked in her unsteady hands while she placed them in the sink.
"We'll be there in a few minutes." Jim hung up the phone. "They have a body at the morgue --"
"No!" Lisa busied herself with the dishes and ignored his words.
Jim walked over and stood beside her. "We have to know, hon. What if it is our son?" He took a deep breath. "Doesn't Thomas deserve a proper burial?"
Tears slid down Lisa's cheeks. "He's only been missing for two days. My mother's intuition tells me he's still alive."
Jim put an arm across Lisa's shoulders and squeezed her tight. "Maybe it's not Thomas, but we have to find out."
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