For 6years, I believed my son had walked away from me without looking back. The morning he finally came home, I thought I was getting the answers I’d waited years to hear. Instead, I discovered I’d been asking the wrong questions all along.
The knock at the door came just after sunrise.
I almost ignored it.
Marcus had already left for his morning walk, and I wasn’t expecting anyone. I wrapped my robe tighter around me and opened the door.
