I shook my head.
“Never.”
His eyes filled again.
“I think some part of me always knew someone was looking.”
That was when I broke.
Because eighteen years of pain do not disappear in one night.
But sometimes, life gives you back one impossible thing.
Not the years.
Not the childhood.
Not the memories you should have had.
But the person.
Route 9 had taken my son from me.
And eighteen years later, on that same road, it gave him back.
