Jaxon is a feral boy who spends his days amongst rotting trees and eating wild berries.

His mother, Margaret in her mid-twenties, sips coffee with her husband and crochets.

She talks with her husband about times before parenthood, they play this game often.

Her, baking cakes and knitting beanies. Husband Tyler listening to rock music.

Jaxon cannot speak and knows not the embrace of a mother. He lives among deer.

Margaret abandoned him at birth, favoring a life of zest and young love to motherhood.

Tyler wil not talk about him anymore. He reads and remembers the good old days.

The home is very quiet and there are no visitors. Michigan knows what they have done.

No family, no friends, just work and solitude. They really are from the same bloodline.

Jaxon, living life quietly with nature, following his doe herd, resting in oak forest flora.

Margaret, watching crime shows to distract herself from her own wrongdoings.

Tyler, trying his best to remain emotionally unavailable and resemble a concrete wall.

Even when they try so hard to deny the past and forget the mistakes, there will be no rest.

Instead of admitting defeat, Margaret and Tyler ran away.

Their baby will always be lost, and the nursery door will always be locked from the inside.

There will always be deafening silence and a population that knows the true story.