But for the adults who had spent that morning searching, normality would never again seem quite so effortless.… On a clear Thursday morning in October 2026, eight-year-old Sota Nakamura stood in the entrance of his family’s apartment in Yokohama, slipping his feet into a pair of sneakers that were beginning to come apart at the toes. “I’m going to school!” he called. His mother, Yuko, was standing in the kitchen, packing the last rice ball into his lunchbox. She heard the familiar clatter of the front door and answered automatically. “Watch out for bicycles. And don’t forget your homework folder!” “Okay!” The door slammed. It was an ordinary exchange, so ordinary that neither of them would remember the exact words later. What Yuko would remember was the smell of toasted seaweed, the half-empty cup of coffee on the counter, and the fact that she had not looked up from her lunchbox when her son left. Sota did not go to school. At ...