Their families still suffered.

But at least they’re not lost anymore.

That perhaps was the best anyone could hope for.

The children were found.

The truth was told.

Justice, such as it was, had been served.

And in Fish Creek, Wisconsin, four names on a memorial plaque continued to watch over the town, a reminder that some summers end too soon, and some secrets are too heavy to carry alone.

On quiet nights, when the wind blows in from Lake Michigan, and trees whisper against the dark, people walking past the Methodist church sometimes pause at the memorial.

They read the names.

They wonder about the children who never grew old.

Tommy Felton would have been 51 in 2010.

Carrie would have been 49.

David would have been 50.

Linda would have been 48.

Instead, they remained forever young, forever running toward adventure, forever vanished into the summer heat of 1967, but no longer lost, no longer forgotten, found at last, brought home by storm and stone and the relentless passage of time.

and perhaps finally at rest.

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