Before Dario changed schools, he and Marco had been desk mates. Marco had even gone to play at Dario’s house a few times. But in just a few months, Dario had upended Marco’s entire childhood. He was gasping as he talked to me. That name had caused him to plunge back into a nightmare from long ago. He thought he’d been able to lock it away forever. Yet now, almost twenty years later, a stranger had come to rummage through his memories again.
