For nearly three decades, Dawn Holloway woke up the same way every morning in Marcusville, Alabama — by glancing toward the quiet stretch of road where the number 17 school bus used to stop.YES
It was a habit she never broke.
Not since March 12, 1998 — the day her eight-year-old son, Jamal, disappeared.
That morning didn’t feel different. Dawn tied his sneakers, straightened his shirt, kissed the top of his head, and watched him climb onto the bus. Before the doors closed, they exchanged their usual double thumbs-up — a small ritual, something just between them.
By that evening, everything was gone.
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