2 A.M. at a Roadside Gas Station, a Little Boy Wrapped His Arms Around a Stranger’s Leg and Whispered, “Dad… You Finally Came Back.”

think my dad sent you here?”

Graham kept his eyes on the tiny plastic wheel in his hand.

“I don’t know, buddy.”

Toby leaned closer.

“Your son is with my dad, right?”

Graham’s fingers froze.

He had told Toby about Eli during breakfast two days earlier. He had explained that his son had passed away many years ago, along with Graham’s wife, Rebecca, after another continue reading …