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.”

Meredith sat on the edge of the bed, whispering gently, but Toby did not seem to hear her.

Graham stepped closer.

“Hey, buddy. I’m here.”

Toby’s eyes opened.

The moment he recognized Graham, he grabbed his hand with both of his.

“They’re taking him away again,” Toby said between sobs. “The people in uniforms keep taking Dad, and he never comes back.”

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