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There is a small yellow backpack – contents strewn around it, abandoned on a suburban footpath. There are the tracks of tyres coming to an end at a crippled stop sign.

Anyone walking past can feel the prickle on the back of their necks that tells them something happened here: a vehicle careening to a halt., a child’s backpack left in a hurry. Then they see two words, hastily scrawled on the sidewa...