When I was 13 years old, my best friend’s mom packed her up and moved out on her alcoholic, abusive husband to an undisclosed place. I didn’t know this and called to come over. He said “sure.” In the time it took me to walk two blocks, he ate his service weapon (he was military captain MP).
The big jerk did it on purpose, so I would find his body. My childhood ended at that moment. I was held for questioning by military police and local police for murder and interrogated for 6 hours without them even informing my parents. Still have nightmares 40 years later.