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

man looked down at it.

“A boy gave it to me,” he said.

My breath caught.

“Brown hair?” I asked. “About sixteen?”

The man nodded.

The barista held out his order, but before I could ask anything else, a man in a suit and a woman in a pencil skirt stepped between us.

I moved sideways, trying to get around them.

But the old man was already gone.

I scanned the continue reading …