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.”

you coming back?” Burke finally asked.

“I don’t know.”

“Do you need us?”

“Not yet.”

“Then listen to me. If that changes, we ride to you. No questions.”

Graham smiled faintly.

“I know.”

Burke hesitated before asking, “What happened to you down there?”

Graham watched Toby press both hands to his mouth and try another whistle.

“A boy thought I was his father. continue reading …