The first thing I noticed was the color. Bright blue beads covered our patio and filled the swimming pool. Beneath millions of shimmering Orbeez sat a large sealed acrylic case. The pool cover we had secured the night before was folded neatly against the fence. Someone had entered our yard and left it there. This wasn’t a prank.
My husband Carmelo and I had spent three years searching for our son, Mason. He disappeared at the town summer festival when he was seven. He had brown hair, a gap between
