this morning #1498.
this morning, awash in a sea of dead-end research, i’d become unsure of where to turn. the family were ghosts. no real public record that i could find. i sighed. paused. walked away from my laptop & got another cup of coffee. when i returned, i had no choice but to keep at it. scrolled through pages of search results until i came across something quite curious. a post on a dormant blog. it told of a loner from a town two states away. just over a year ago, mere months before the family moved to our town, he vanished. get this. he & the husband have the same name. it can’t be a coincidence. no way. the husband stole his identity. it explains the lack of background. i’ve been looking for the wrong name this entire time.