It was five years ago: a night like tonight…but not.

A warm August evening, it’s quiet in the house as I close things up and ready myself for bed.

Like tonight…but not.

I put the dogs outside, turn out the living room lights, and pad up the stairs. I breathe in the solitude, grateful for the time, as I anticipate climbing into bed and reading a little before drifting off into a good, deep sleep. 

Like tonight…but not.

Because then the phone rings and the words crash into my bedroom: “I don’t know how to say this, Carrie, but Steve’s…well…missing.”

It was a night like tonight, but so…not.