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Terry Badger II never received the text message from his son on the afternoon of the worst day of his life. “Hey, dad. I’m here.” I’m heading to finish my schoolwork. I’ll see you around here shortly.”
Terry Badger III, thirteen, texted his father at work the exact lines, or a variant of them, every afternoon. Terry also consistently sent morning messages to his father that began, “I’m up.” Getting ready for the academic year. I cherish you.”
Terry sent his father a message early on March 6. however, not the one in the afternoon.
That was strange. Terry had returned from his education. Just after 3 p.m., his mother Robyn dropped him off and hurried out to the petrol station. She didn’t see any reason why she shouldn’t give Terry her space. No symptoms were present.
Robyn mentioned that Terry had behaved normally on the vehicle trip home, grinning and appearing content. He spoke, as he always did, about his intentions to finish his homework so that he could meet his dad and a few buddies at the baseball field at 4:30 p.m. to practice batting.
