Margaret’s life was shattered the day her seven-year-old son, Daniel, vanished from a Route 9 rest stop while she stepped inside for less than two minutes to buy him a Sprite. Despite massive search efforts, no trace of him was ever found, and as the years passed, the world moved on—but Margaret never did.
Years later, fate forced her back onto Route 9, where a mysterious old man helped fix her flat tire before calling her by name without ever being introduced. Moments later, she discovered a Polaroid of Daniel on her passenger seat, along with a handwritten address. When the retired sheriff saw the photo, he turned pale and warned her not to go there. Ignoring his warning, Margaret drove straight to the address, believing she was finally about to uncover the truth behind her son’s disappearance
