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

their phones.

Then I saw Ethan.

He was walking beside a girl.

For a second, I didn’t recognize her. Then she glanced over her shoulder, and I saw her face clearly.

“Maya,” I whispered.

Maya had come over to see Ethan a handful of times. She was quiet. Polite. But there was always something careful about the way she spoke, like she was afraid of saying too continue reading …