The town of Maple Ridge woke up to a silence it didn’t know how to name. By midday, the news had spread through neighborhoods, schools, and quiet streets: eight-year-old Daniel Hart was gone. The words felt unreal, heavy, wrong. A child known for his bright smile and endless curiosity had died suddenly, only hours after what was meant to be a simple, joyful afternoon with his father. It was supposed to be an ordinary outing. Daniel’s father, Michael Hart, had planned a short trip to a nearby nature trail, one the two of them had visited many times before. Daniel...
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