“Ethan Ethan,” I screamedI was twelve years old when my brother disappeared.The Hart Estate always felt too big for kids like us, so large we could even hear our thoughts. It was quiet, strict, and everything had to be perfect. That afternoon, the sun was bright over the gardens, lighting up marble statues and neat hedges that stretched farther than we should have gone. Ethan ran ahead, laughing, his little shoes kicking up dust as our dog led us deeper into the green maze.“Don’t go too far,” I called, already feeling older than I should have at that age.He turned and gave me that soft smile that always made things feel safe. He trusted me. I protected him. That’s how it always was.We walked, laughed, played, and wandered.And then he was gone .Just like that, he vanished.At first, I thought he was hiding. Ethan loved games. Loved making me search until I pretended to cry just to make him come running back. I called his name once. Then again. Each time louder than the last, but
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