At first, I thought my missing socks were just casualties of the laundry room. After all, dryers have a way of swallowing them whole. But when only the left socks from multiple pairs disappeared, I knew something was off.
As a single dad to my 10-year-old son, Dylan, I didn’t have many suspects. Was he sneaking them? Why just one sock from each pair? It didn’t make sense. Determined to solve the mystery, I dug out an old nanny cam and set it up near the laundry.
My mind raced. What on earth was he doing with them?
I decided to follow him. Instead of heading straight to school, he took a detour into a part of town I rarely visited—a quiet, run-down street lined with weathered houses. My pulse quickened as he stopped at one of the porches and knocked.
An elderly man in a wheelchair answered, his face lighting up when he saw Dylan. From my hiding spot, I heard my son say, “Got you another one! This one’s extra thick—should keep you warm.”
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