The scent of stale coffee and disinfectant. That' s how the world came back, as I slumped in a hard plastic chair at the police station.
"Mr. Miller, we have no record of a child named Leo."
Those words hung in the air, heavy and impossible. They said I' d gone to the kindergarten in a panic, claiming my child was missing, but the principal and teachers swore they' d never seen me with a child. My wife, Ava, arrived, confused and scared, denying we had a son.