I rushed back into his room and switched on the lamp. The bed was empty, exactly as it should have been. But from beneath the pillow, I heard his voice again.
“Mom, please turn off the light.”
My hands shook as I pulled out an old phone I had never seen before. The screen was playing a recording. My son had apparently set it as an alarm, but the time made no sense.
Then I noticed several unread messages from one of the boys on the camping trip.
“Your mom needs to know.”
“We shouldn’t have left without telling her.”
“Call me as soon as you get signal.”
I called immediately. A frightened teenager answered and admitted that the camping trip had been cancelled hours earlier after a storm warning. My son had not returned home because he and another friend had decided to hike to an abandoned cabin anyway.
The recorded message had been made weeks earlier as a joke, but hearing it at that exact moment pushed me to check his phone before it was too late.
I contacted emergency services and gave them the cabin’s location. Searchers found the boys before sunrise, cold and soaked but alive. A fallen tree had blocked the trail, and one of them had injured his ankle.
When my son came home, he hugged me and promised never to hide plans from me again.
That strange voice was only an accidental recording. But if it had not played at 3 a.m., I might not have realised my son was in danger until morning.