The last time Jackie Edberg saw her son, she followed him into the driveway. She wanted to leave him with something — an encouraging word, a mother’s instinct doing what mothers’ instincts do when they sense a child carrying too much weight.
“Nathan, hang in there. You’re going to feel good again soon.”
He turned back and said, “I love you, Mom. I want to feel good again.”
Then he climbed into his white Ford Ranger and drove away. That was April 14, 1999. Nathan Edberg was 21 years old. Nobody has seen him since.