Daniel hoped a weekend in the woods would help mend his strained relationship with his son, Caleb. But after a heated argument, Caleb storms off — and doesn’t return. As night falls, Daniel searches the dark forest, only to find footsteps that stop without a trace…
I hadn’t seen my son Caleb in over a month. Too long. But he and Megan lived in a different city now, way on the other side of the state.
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Each mile I drove toward my ex-wife’s house felt like another reminder of how far we’d drifted apart.
Years ago, weekend trips meant excited chatter and over-packed bags filled with his favorite action figure, too many snacks, and a flashlight he’d barely use.
Now, the silence stretched between us like a living thing.
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The neighborhoods leading to Megan’s new place felt foreign, full of cookie-cutter houses, picket fences, and neat lawns. A far cry from our old place.
When I pulled into her driveway, my stomach knotted at the sight of Evan’s car. Of course, he was there. His sensible hybrid sat next to Megan’s SUV like it belonged there. Maybe it did now.
Megan answered the door, her expression carefully neutral. “Hi, Daniel. Caleb will be right down.”
My chest tightened at the sight of her. “Sure. Uh… how are you doing?”
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Megan chewed her lower lip as though weighing her answer. Then Evan stepped into view, wiping flour from his hands with a dish towel.
“Hey! You must be Daniel. Nice to meet you. You want a cookie? The first batch just came out of the oven.”
He wasn’t particularly handsome or intimidating, just steady-looking. The kind of guy who remembered to buy milk and, apparently, baked cookies on a Saturday afternoon.
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He extended his hand, and I hesitated before shaking it. He was so friendly, but I resented him anyway.
“Oh, I’m sure Daniel wants to get going as soon as possible,” Megan cut in. She stepped away from the door, away from me, and called Caleb’s name.
When Caleb appeared, he was taller than I remembered. His shoulders were stiff, his expression guarded.
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“Hey, Dad,” he mumbled, with no warmth in his voice.
Megan handed me his already-packed bag like she’d been counting the minutes until I’d leave.
“There’s extra socks in the side pocket,” she said. “And his allergy medicine, just in case.”
As if I didn’t remember my own son’s allergies.
“Thanks.” I took the bag. “I guess we’ll head out then.”
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Megan pulled Caleb into a hug and we headed to the car. As we drove away, I caught sight of Evan standing behind Megan in the rearview mirror, his hand resting on her lower back.
My jaw tightened. Part of me still couldn’t believe she’d moved on. Sure, the divorce was finalized months ago, and she’d moved Caleb across state chasing a job opportunity soon afterward, but… it felt like it had happened too fast.
I couldn’t help thinking we might’ve been able to fix things and be a family again if she could just sit still for five minutes with me.
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The drive to the campsite was excruciating. Every attempt at conversation hit a wall.
“How’s school?”
“Fine.”
“And soccer?”
“Fine.”
“Your friends?”
“Fine.”
I watched him from the corner of my eye, this stranger wearing my son’s face. He’d grown so much in the past year. His jawline was sharper, losing its boyish softness. He had my nose, Megan’s eyes. When had he started looking so old?
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“Okay then. Good to know everything’s fine.” I tried to keep my voice casual. “How’s, uh, things with Evan?”
Caleb tensed beside me. “He’s okay. He helps me with math.”
My stomach twisted, but I kept my tone even. “That’s good.”
He glanced at me like he could read every thought crossing my mind. “He’s not that bad.”
I forced a chuckle. “That’s a glowing review.”
“At least he’s there,” Caleb muttered, so quiet I almost missed it.
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“You know I’m doing my best, bud. The distance, work… it would help if you spent more than a few minutes on the phone when I call, or answered my texts.”
He rolled his eyes at me and put in his earbuds. Conversation over. My fingers clenched on the steering wheel and I kept driving.
The road had turned to dirt miles ago, winding deeper into the forest, where the trees pressed closer with each mile. The air grew thick with the scent of earth and moss — it smelled ancient, like a place time forgot.
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Shadows lengthened across the dashboard as the sun dipped lower. I pulled over near an overgrown path I’d scouted online. No fire rings. No facilities. Just raw wilderness.
“This is it?” Caleb asked, looking distinctly unimpressed.
“This is it. Real camping, like we used to do. You know, they say this is one of the oldest parts of the world?”
Caleb grunted. “We used to camp in state parks. With bathrooms.”
I ignored the jab and started unloading the car. The tent was new. I’d splurged on it for this trip. The old Coleman had gone to Megan in the divorce, along with most of our camping gear. Along with almost everything else.
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While I set up camp, Caleb kicked at rocks with zero interest. The tent poles clicked together with satisfying snaps, muscle memory taking over despite the years since I’d last done this. I tried bringing up old family camping trips, hoping to spark some nostalgia.
“Remember that time we saw those baby raccoons? Must’ve been four, maybe five years ago?”
Caleb shrugged. “Sort of.”
“Your mom was so worried they’d get into the cooler, but you wanted to leave them hot dogs.”
“Yeah.”
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“You ever camp around here with your mom?” I hesitated. “With Evan?”
He shrugged again. “Nah. Some kids at school said people go missing out here, though. Like, forever missing.”
I chuckled. “Let me guess, Bigfoot snatches them?”
A smirk tugged at his mouth. “More like things that sound like people, but aren’t.” Then he waved it off. “I dunno. They’re just messing around.”
“Sounds about right. So, are you going to help me with this?”
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Caleb sighed and sulkily proceeded to be as ineffectually helpful as a 13-year-old could be. Eventually, the tent stood ready, a blue dome against the darkening sky.
“Here.” I tossed the sleeping bags at him. Instead of catching them, they hit him in the chest, one after the other.
“What the hell, Dad?” Caleb snapped.
“Hey, language!” I admonished him. “Lay out our sleeping bags and I’ll get the fire going.”
Caleb sniffed and muttered something that made me see red.
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“…don’t care about me, just dragged me into the forest to boss me around.”
“What did you say?” I spun round to face him. “I brought you here so we could spend time together. Why are you acting like this?”
“You wouldn’t understand,” he mumbled.
“You could try,” I snapped back. “I’m your dad—”
He scoffed. “Yeah. When it’s convenient.”
That landed like a punch to the gut.
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“You weren’t even around much before the divorce!” His voice rose. “You always had something more important to do. Now, suddenly, I matter?”
“That’s not fair,” I stammered. “I was working to provide—”
“Provide what? You weren’t there! Not for my games, not for school stuff, not for anything!” He kicked at the tent pole, making the whole structure shudder. “And now you buy some fancy tent and expect everything to be fine?”
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He shook his head, eyes bright with anger and hurt. “I don’t even know where I fit anymore. Mom has her new life with Evan. You have… whatever this is. Where am I supposed to be?”
Before I could respond, he turned and stormed into the trees.
I told myself to let him cool off. He’d come back. But as the sun dipped lower and shadows stretched longer, doubt crept in.
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The fire’s glow only reached so far. Beyond it, the woods stood in layers of black, the trees barely more than shadows against deeper dark. The silence felt wrong, like the forest was listening. Waiting.
“Caleb?” I stood at the edge of the woods, calling into the shadows. “Caleb!”
A beat of silence. Then my voice called back. “Caleb…”
I froze. Just an echo, I told myself. But it didn’t sound quite right. The inflection was wrong, like someone trying to mimic speech without understanding what the words meant.
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I grabbed my flashlight and headed into the trees. The beam caught fragments of the forest: moss-covered trunks, tangles of ferns, the occasional flash of eyes low to the ground — probably just raccoons or deer.
I followed Caleb’s footprints until they abruptly stopped. No signs of turning back. No signs of where he went. I called for him again but heard only the weird echo of my voice.
The trees were old here, their branches weaving so tightly overhead that they swallowed the sky. The air felt heavy, pressing in from all sides.
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No wind stirred the leaves. No birds called. Just the distant drip of water and the occasional creak of shifting wood.
Up ahead, a shape stood between the trees. Too tall. Unmoving.
My heart hammered. “Caleb?”
“Caleb,” my echo repeated. “Caleb?”
The flashlight flickered. The shape remained still, watching as I drew closer.
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It was just a twisted tree. Relief flooded me, but unease lingered.
Then I heard Caleb’s voice calling, and I ran toward it without thinking.
I nearly stepped right into the gully. It yawned open just past the tree line, a steep drop masked by fallen leaves and ferns.
My flashlight beam caught Caleb at the bottom, half-covered in dirt. His face was pale, eyes too wide.
“Dad, help!”
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I slid down without hesitation. The earth gave beneath my boots, sending me skidding. I landed hard, hands scraping against damp rock.
“Are you hurt?”
He shook his head, but his gaze flicked to the darkness beyond. “I’m okay, Dad, but… I don’t think we’re alone down here.“
My pulse spiked. “What do you mean?”
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“Something chased me in the woods. I heard… I heard you calling me, but it wasn’t you. All those stories the kids told me at school… I think they’re true.”
“Calm down. I was calling you. The echoes here are just… weird.”
The gully was deeper than I’d first thought. The walls stretched high, the trees above forming a jagged black crown against the night sky. Something moved nearby. I swung my flashlight around, and the beam landed on a shape a few yards away.
Caleb let out a shaky laugh.
“It’s just a deer.”
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The deer took a slow step forward, its legs moving in a way that didn’t quite look right. Each joint bent like a puppet being manipulated by inexpert hands.
“Dad…” Caleb frowned. “Look at how it’s moving. Maybe it’s injured?”
I lifted the flashlight slightly. The deer’s eyes did not reflect the light normally. Instead, they seemed to draw it in and devour it. An icy chill ran down my spine and my chest squeezed tight.
I kept my voice steady. “Come on. If it’s hurt, we shouldn’t be near it. Could have rabies. We need to get out of here.”
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He hesitated, then nodded.
We scrambled out of the gully. Neither of us looked back. The sound that followed us wasn’t hooves on leaves: it was the wet slap of something soft dragging itself across the ground.
We both broke into a run. The sound grew louder, faster, tearing through the underbrush behind us as we ran.
The campfire’s glow grew closer through the trees, but just as we glimpsed the site, Caleb yelled, “Dad!”
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I turned back. He was gripping his ankle and grimacing, and that sickly sound was drawing closer.
I threw Caleb over my shoulder and sprinted for the fire. I didn’t know what was dragging itself through the forest after us, but I felt certain that if I found out, it would be the last thing I did in this life.
We collapsed by the fire. I grabbed one of the logs I’d gathered and spun to face the trees, wielding it like a weapon.
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There was nothing there. Even the sound had stopped. I stood there a few more minutes, just to be certain it was safe, and then I put the log on the fire and crouched down beside Caleb.
Caleb had pulled his knees to his chest. He looked younger suddenly. Smaller. I started tending to his ankle, and neither of us spoke for a long time.
Finally, he muttered, “I didn’t mean what I said before.”
I shook my head as I rifled through the first aid kit. “Yeah, you did. And you were right.”
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He sighed. “I just don’t know where I fit anymore. Everything’s different.”
My throat tightened. I exhaled, rubbing a hand over my face. “You fit here. With me. Even when things are messed up. Even when I mess up.”
He looked at me, doubtful. “Even if we don’t see each other much?”
“Even then. Look, I know I haven’t been… I haven’t been the dad you deserve. But I want to do better. I want to be here. Please, just… let me.”
A small, quiet understanding passed between us. He leaned slightly against my side and we stared into the campfire.
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“That thing in the woods,” he said after a while. “What do you think it was?”
“I… don’t know. A deer, a sick deer. But it looks like we’re safe here by the fire.”
We climbed into the tent soon afterward. Caleb drifted off first. I watched him sleep, feeling closer to my son than I had in a long time.
His features were softer in sleep, younger. I saw traces of the little boy who used to crawl into my lap during thunderstorms, who believed his dad could fix anything.
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Maybe things weren’t perfect, but this was a start. Tomorrow we’d head home, back to our complicated lives and shared custody schedules, but something had shifted tonight, some small repair in the fraying bonds between father and son.
Somewhere in the darkness beyond our fire, a deer barked.
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Prince Louis and his siblings are ‘likely asking questions’ about Prince Harry
Is it just me or are Prince George, Princess Charlotte, and Prince Louis growing up fast? George, of course, will become king one day, while Charlotte and Louis’ royal lives will likely entail a lot of exciting things. For now, naturally, the most important thing is that they get to remain kids, and Prince William and Kate Middleton appear to be very aware of that.
At the same time, as the three royal children are quietly getting older behind the walls of their royal abode, across the Atlantic in the US their cousins are doing the same thing behind the walls of a multimillion-dollar mansion. Prince Archie and Princess Lilibet live far from the British press, but their parents, Prince Harry and Meghan Markle, have ensured that their children remain hot topics of conversation through their various actions.
Sadly, it’s been reported that Prince George, Princess Charlotte, and Prince Louis have lost contact with their uncle Harry, with whom George and Charlotte had formed a strong bond before he left the Royal Family for good.
That’s something that might soon return to haunt Prince William and Kate Middleton, with a royal expert now painting a sad verdict on what could be coming next.
Prince Harry was the happiest uncle in the world when he heard the news of Prince George’s birth in 2013. By his own admission, Harry saw himself visiting for daily play dates and quality time, but in his book, Spare, the Duke gave the impression that he had been essentially closed off by William and Kate and was “never invited” over.
“I took it for granted that I would be invited to their house at any moment. But the days went by, and it didn’t happen,” he explained. “I understand, I thought. They’re busy! Building a family! Or maybe… three’s a crowd. Maybe if I get married things will change,” Harry wrote in Spare.
Prince Harry’s relationship with Prince George, Princess Charlotte & Prince Louis
Two years later William and Kate welcomed Princess Charlotte, and Harry was able to create a bond with his nephew and niece. Prince Louis, though, was only two years old when the Duke left the UK behind, and it’s quite clear that the youngest of the Prince and Princess of Wales’ children doesn’t have any real connection to Harry.
That said, Harry has made it clear that he wants to be a part of the children’s lives. Not only that, but another sad part of his “exile” is that his children, Prince Archie and Princess Lilibet, have pretty much never seen their cousins.
As mentioned, Louis has never experienced the sort of relationship with his uncle Harry that his elder siblings did, simply because he was too young. But when the young prince was christened, Harry went to lengths to ensure he gave his youngest nephew a great present.
When Louis was christened, Harry put in plenty of work to get the perfect gift. Looking back, he remembered how his mother, Princess Diana, had a great passion for collecting first editions. Therefore, Harry wanted to start a new chapter with his nephews and nieces, thereby keeping the tradition alive.
“One of Harry’s happiest childhood memories was being read a bedtime story by his mother. She loved all the old classics, and Harry had the brilliant idea of starting a little library of first editions for Louis, Charlotte, and George to enjoy as they get older,” a close source told the Daily Record.
Prince Harry’s special gift to Prince Louis was inspired by his mother
Harry went shopping and bought an original edition of A. A. Milne’s Winnie the Pooh. It cost him about £8,000 ($10,000).
It was previously reported Harry opted for a rare copy from the initial print run of 30,000 copies in 1926.
“He originally wanted to get Lewis Carroll’s Through The Looking Glass, which was on sale for £24,000, but decided Winnie-The-Pooh would be more suitable for a first tome. Robinson Crusoe was William’s favorite book, but Harry loved all things A.A. Milne,” the source continued.
But while Harry undoubtedly adores his brother’s children, sadly, he also harbors concerns. In an interview with The Telegraph to promote his book, the Duke stated his worries about Princess Charlotte and Prince Louis becoming “spares” just like him.
“Though William and I have talked about it once or twice, and he has made it very clear to me that his kids are not my responsibility, I still feel a responsibility knowing that out of those three children, at least one will end up like me, the spare,” Harry said.
“And that hurts, that worries me.”
Harry continued: “I was brought into the world in case something happened to Willy, I was summoned to provide backup, distraction, diversion and, if necessary, a spare part. Kidney, perhaps. Blood transfusion. Speck of bone marrow. This was all made explicitly clear to me from the start of life’s journey and regularly reinforced thereafter.”
Prince William & Kate Middleton “aware” of possibly ‘Spare’ problems
At the time, royal expert Ingrid Seward criticized Harry for his words about Charlotte and Louis, saying he should” lay off Prince William’s children.”
But even though Harry might have his worries, recent reports state that Prince William and Kate Middleton have everything under control.
Speaking with the Mirror, royal expert Jennie Bond says that the Prince and Princess of Wales “must be acutely aware” of the problems that could come with Prince Louis — and Princess Charlotte — becoming “spare.”
“They have already shown that they have a different and modern attitude to bringing up royal children and I’m sure they will do everything to make Charlotte and Louis feel every bit as special, loved and valued as George,” Bond told the Mirror.
“I imagine they will encourage Louis to explore life outside the royal fold… it could be the military, but it could also be working in the charity world or whatever he finds appealing after his education is finished. I’m sure they will encourage him to go to University, which they both enjoyed and where, of course, they found love.”
The royal expert continued: “And from there they will want him to find a life that is meaningful to him as well as appropriate for the son of a future King. They will try to ensure that he feels he is living a life of value, irrespective of his place in the line of succession and that will probably involve service of some kind as they have emphasised from the start that they want their children to understand that having empathy with others is not only a kindness, but is rewarding as well.”
Prince Louis could have ‘own career’ outside royal spotlight, expert says
As Bond suggested, William and Kate might encourage Louis to try new things and find his passion outside of royal life. Should he opt to remain in the royal fold, meanwhile, he will likely be handed a crucial senior role within the monarchy and significant titles.
But Bond isn’t the only one predicting that Prince Louis could do more than just royal engagements. In an interview with OK!, per Yahoo, Camilla Tominey, royal expert and associate editor at The Telegraph, claimed Prince William and Kate Middleton would want Charlotte and Louis to “have their own careers” if they’d prefer it.
“[William & Kate] don’t want history to repeat itself and Prince Louis seem like a royal hanger-on and go down the Duke of York path,” she told the Telegraph.
“A lot of the more minor royals have got careers of their own so they aren’t really being tax payer funded,” she continued. “The extent to which the Cambridges have tried to normalise the lives of their children very much points in the direction of – yes, Prince George has his destiny mapped out but Princess Charlotte and Louis’ having their own careers?’”
Tominey concluded: “They’ve got to get the balance right of what their own children want to do with their lives and their royal commitments.”
“We might be seeing fewer royals in the future than we’re used to. But the question is, are there going to be enough royals to go around?”
“In their family it would never be the ‘heir and spare’”
In an interview with Hello! Magazine, parenting expert Jo Frost said that the Prince and Princess of Wales would never allow Princess Charlotte and Prince Louis to become” heir and spare” to their older brother, Prince George.
“I think William and Catherine understand the importance of nurturing the sibling relationships between the three of them,” Frost said.
“Dare I say it, in their family it would never be the ‘heir and spare’. It would be about the importance of all of them. The understanding that it really takes a team, with the important roles in upholding the crown and the monarchy.”
The relationship expert added: “And so, we’re seeing these very early seeds now, with respect to what it means to support each other and to nurture together.”
While Prince George and Princess Charlotte surely have recollections and great memories of spending time with Harry, Louis does not. Whether the kids know exactly why their uncle isn’t around anymore is unknown – but that could soon change.
Speaking to GB News, royal commentator Lydia Alty stated that the three royal children are ‘likely asking questions’ about Harry and what really happened when he left.
Prince Louis and his siblings are ‘likely asking questions” about Prince Harry
“Prince Harry used to be close to his brother, Prince William. He was also very close to Prince William’s wife, the Princess of Wales and their children, Prince George, Princess Charlotte and Prince Louis,” she said.
“Harry was even close to his father, despite reports and claims from him that he wasn’t. Now that the royals have all split up and, as far as we know, not talking, this will have affected George, Charlotte and Louis.”
Lydia Alty concluded: “His nephews and niece will probably be wondering why they haven’t seen their uncle and cousins.”
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