It was almost Halloween, and the air was filled with the crispness of autumn. Leaves crunched underfoot outside, and the neighborhood was slowly transforming into a festive, spooky wonderland.

Outside her cozy home, Kate was busy decorating, determined to make everything perfect for her daughter, Holly.

The lawn was already filled with a jumble of decorations — plastic bats, fake cobwebs, and flickering pumpkins.

Kate stood on a stool, carefully stringing up the bats while Holly followed closely behind, bringing her own items to contribute.

Holly’s enthusiasm made Kate smile, but the little girl had her own unique ideas about Halloween. Holly didn’t quite understand the concept of “spooky.”

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Instead of creepy decorations, she carried her favorite pink dolls and a fluffy teddy bear, arranging them carefully on the front porch, right next to the jack-o’-lanterns.

Kate watched with amusement as Holly placed her toys in a neat line. She admired her daughter’s creativity but knew it was time to explain, yet again, what Halloween was all about.

“Sweetheart,” Kate began, her voice soft, “Halloween is supposed to be spooky, not cute.”

She smiled gently, realizing she had explained this a thousand times, but Holly was only five — she had her own ideas.

Holly looked up at her mother with wide, curious eyes.

“But why, Mommy? Why does it have to be spooky?” she asked, her tiny hands clutching her beloved teddy bear.

Kate chuckled softly, stepping down from the stool.

“Well, that’s just how Halloween works,” she explained patiently.

“It’s a time when people dress up in costumes and pretend to be scary, just for fun. But it’s okay if we make it a little cute too.”

Holly still seemed unconvinced, her brows furrowed in thought. But after a moment, she nodded and shrugged.

“Okay, Mommy.” Then, her face lit up. “Can I wear the costume that Daddy made me last year?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Kate’s heart clenched at the mention of Carl, her husband who had disappeared without a trace six months ago.

It felt like a sudden punch to the stomach, wiping the smile from her face.

For a moment, she froze, her hands trembling slightly as she reached for a bat decoration to hang up.

“No, sweetheart,” Kate said softly, her voice catching in her throat.

“I’ll make you a new costume this year.”

“But I liked Daddy’s costume,” Holly protested, her voice tinged with disappointment.

“Do you think he’ll come back for Halloween?” she added innocently.

The question hung in the air like a heavyweight. Kate’s heart ached, but she forced a smile, kneeling to Holly’s level and brushing a strand of hair from her face.

“I don’t think he’ll be back, darling,” Kate said, her voice gentle but filled with sadness.

The ache of not knowing what had happened to Carl never left her, but she had to be strong — for Holly.

Later that evening, the excitement in the air was almost tangible.

Kate knelt before Holly, making sure every detail of her daughter’s new costume was perfect.

Holly could hardly stand still, her small feet bouncing with anticipation, her candy bucket already gripped tightly in one hand.

“Hold still for just one more second, sweetie,” Kate said with a smile, adjusting the hood of Holly’s cape and giving it a final tug to make sure it sat just right.

“Do you have everything? Your bucket, your flashlight, your cape — everything ready?”

“Yes, Mom!” Holly said, her voice bubbling with excitement. She tugged on her mother’s sleeve impatiently.

“Can I please go now? My friends are waiting!”

Kate couldn’t help but laugh at Holly’s eagerness. The pure joy on her daughter’s face was contagious, and for a brief moment, all the worry and sadness Kate carried about Carl’s disappearance melted away.

“Alright, go on,” she said, pulling Holly in for a quick hug before letting her go. “Be safe and have fun.”

Holly flashed a wide, bright smile, her eyes twinkling with excitement, before running off to join her friends.

A small group of children, all dressed in colorful costumes, was already waiting at the end of the street, their laughter echoing in the night.

Kate watched Holly as she disappeared into the sea of costumes, feeling a sense of joy at seeing her daughter so happy.

With a contented sigh, Kate turned back toward the house and started preparing a big bowl of candy for the trick-or-treaters who would soon come knocking.

Before long, the doorbell rang, and the familiar chorus of “Trick or treat!” filled the air.

Kate greeted each group of children with a warm smile, dropping candy into their eager buckets and laughing at their colorful costumes.

But then, a little girl appeared on the doorstep, and Kate’s smile froze.

The girl was dressed in a cute little coat with a bouncy cape, and for a moment, Kate’s breath caught in her throat.

The costume looked so familiar — too familiar. It was just like the ones Carl used to make. The same fabric, the same intricate details, and the same bouncy cape.

Kate’s mind raced back to when Carl would sit at the sewing machine, working on costumes for Holly, explaining how to make the cape float just right.

“That’s a beautiful costume you have, sweetheart,” Kate said, her voice trembling slightly as she tried to keep her emotions in check.

“Where did you get it?”

The little girl beamed up at her.

“My father made it! Do you like it?”

Kate’s heart pounded. “Yes,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

“It’s beautiful… and the cape is bouncy, isn’t it?”

The girl nodded eagerly.

“My father says it’s better this way.”

Kate was stunned. Could it be? No, it couldn’t. Carl had been missing for so long.

This had to be a coincidence… right? But no matter how much she tried to convince herself, something deep inside her wouldn’t let it go.

Unable to stop herself, Kate leaned down and gently asked the little girl,

“Would you mind showing me where your house is? I’d love to ask your father how he made that costume. Maybe he can help me make one for Holly.”

The girl smiled, her innocence shining through.

“Sure! I live just a few streets away,” she said, pointing in the direction of her home.

Kate’s heart raced as soon as she closed the door behind the girl. She couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more to this.

Could it really be Carl? After all these months, was he just a few streets away? Her mind was spinning, filled with a mixture of hope and fear.