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"Yeah."
"Dope." I turned to leave, but then he said, "Aza?" I walked over to him and sat next to him on the couch.
"Nobody wants to find him."
"Your dad, you mean?"
"It's like I can't think about anything else. I . . . it's . . . Do you think, like, he would really disappear and not even text us? Do you think maybe he's trying and we just haven't figured out how to listen?"
I felt so bad for the kid. "Yeah, maybe," I said. "Or maybe he's just waiting until it's safe."
"Right," Noah said. "Yeah, that makes sense. Thanks." I was starting to stand up when he said, "But couldn't he have sent an email? They can't trace that stuff if you just use public Wi-Fi. Couldn't he have texted us from a phone he picked up somewhere?"
"Maybe he's scared," I said. I was trying to help, but maybe there was no helping.
"Will you keep looking, though?"
"Yeah," I said. "Yeah, sure, Noah."
He reached over to pick up his video game controller, my sign to go back downstairs.
--
Davis had paused the movie in the midst of a starfighter battle, and the bright light from a suspended explosion was reflected in his glasses as he turned to me. I sat down next to him, and he asked, "You all right?"
"I'm really sorry," I said.
"Is there something I should do differen--"
"No, it has nothing to do with you. It's just, like, I just . . . I can't talk about it right now." My head was spinning, and I was trying to keep my mouth turned away from him so he wouldn't smell the hand sanitizer on my breath.
"That's fine," he said. "I like us. I like that we've got our own way of doing things."
"You don't mean that."
"I do." I was staring at the frozen movie screen, waiting for him to un-pause it. "I overheard you talking to Noah."
I could still feel his spit in my mouth, and the respite the hand sanitizer had provided was dwindling away. If I could still feel his spit, it was probably still in there. You might need to drink more of it. This is ridiculous. Billions of people kiss, and nothing bad happens to them. You know you'll feel better if you drink more.
"He needs to see somebody," I said. "A psychologist or something."
"He needs a father."
Why did you even try to kiss him? You should've known. You could've had a normal night, but you chose this. Right now needs to be about Noah, not me. His bacteria are swimming in you. They're on your tongue right now. Even pure alcohol can't kill them all.
"Do you just want to watch the movie?"
I nodded, and we sat next to each other, close but not touching, for the next hour, as the spiral tightened.
FIFTEEN
AFTER I GOT HOME THAT NIGHT, I went to bed but not to sleep. I kept starting texts to him and then not sending them, until finally I put the phone down and took my laptop out. I was wondering what had happened to Davis's online life--where he'd gone once he shut down his social media profiles.
The google hits related to Davis were overwhelmingly about his father--"Pickett Engineering CEO Reveals in Interview He Won't Leave a Dime to His Teenage Children," etc. Davis hadn't updated his Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, or blog since the disappearance, and searches for his two usernames, dallgoodman and davisnotdave02, turned up only links to other people.
So I started looking for similar usernames: dallgoodman02, davisnotdave, davisnotdavid, then guessing at Facebook and blog URLs. And then after more than an hour, just after midnight, it finally occurred to me to search for the phrase, "the leaves are gone you should be, too."
A single link came up, to a blog with the username isnotid02. The site had been created two months earlier, and like Davis's previous journal, most of the entries began with a quote from someone else and then concluded with a short, cryptic essay. But this site also had a tab called poems. I clicked over to the journal and scrolled down until I reached the first entry:
