When my 13-year-old son started staying late after school, I didn’t think much of it at first. He said it was for group projects and activities, which seemed normal. But over time, his behavior became more secretive, and I began to worry. One evening, I decided to check for myself.
I arrived early and parked nearby, keeping an eye on the school entrance. As students filtered out, I saw him emerge, glancing around nervously. To my shock, he walked toward a convoy of black SUVs parked discreetly at the edge of the lot. He exchanged words with someone before climbing into one of the vehicles.
My heart raced as I struggled to comprehend what I’d just seen. Who were these people, and why was my son involved? I followed at a safe distance, determined to uncover the truth. As the SUVs pulled away, I knew I had to act quickly to ensure his safety. Something was happening, and I needed answers.
