I saw a homeless man wearing my son’s jacket, the one that had gone missing – and I decided to follow him.

grandparents for a while.”

He started to close the door, then paused.

“I’ll ask her if she knows anything, okay?”

I stood there, unsure what to say. Some instinct inside me told me to push harder, to demand answers, but I didn’t know how.

Then he closed the door.

The weeks that followed were the worst weeks of my life.

We put up flyers everywhere.

We posted continue reading …