I wonder where the boy is now.
Of course, he is no longer a boy.
Or he is forever a boy.
Whichever way you choose to look at it.
I saw his picture on the wall at the house. He looked seventeen.
Is that why this family was chosen? Did someone go door-to-door, searching for the exact family dynamic of an already gone father, subservient mother, seventeen-year-old son, and two small twin daughters?
They must have, because the universe doesn’t happen upon this much coincidence.