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.”

studied his face.

“How do you keep going after losing your family?”

Graham gave a tired smile.

“You don’t really keep going. You just keep moving. One town, one road, one morning at a time. Then one night, a child grabs your jacket at a gas station because he thinks you’re his father.”

Meredith let out a soft, broken laugh.

That was how they had met.

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