For about a week, my world has been shaded with Robitussen orange and Nyquil blue and for the first time since last Tuesday, I dragged myself to work this morning.   The seats on the train seemed harder and colder than usual.  From behind my shades I caught the front page headline on the Daily Oregonian the guy next to me was reading.  The little boy with the toothless grin and thick glasses is still gone without a trace, leaving behind an unfolding family drama, worthy of a soap opera.  I closed my eyes and thought about Kyron.  Where could he be?

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