He lived in a quiet Oregon neighborhood with his grandmother, tending the garden and avoiding attention. Neighbors barely knew him, though a group of younger boys often tried to include him in their games. Tom never joined, but he sometimes smiled or waved. Then his grandmother vanished from sight. Days passed—then weeks. Tom still went to school, but he started coming home late. Rumors swirled: had she died? Had Tom done something awful?
When a shiny new BMW appeared in the driveway, gossip turned to suspicion.The kids were told to stay away. But one evening, the boys stopped Tom in the street. “We don’t believe what people are saying,” said Carter. “But… is it true?”
