tears.
“I won’t forget that.”
“I believe you,” Dad replied.
Then Grant asked if he could contact his mother.
“She never stopped hoping she’d find you.”
Dad looked at me.
I squeezed his hand.
“Tell her I’m glad she and her little boy made it home.”
Grant immediately sent a message.
A reply arrived moments later.
He read it, then turned his phone toward Dad.
Is it really him? Please tell him I named you after him.
Dad blinked.
“Named you after me?”
Grant smiled through his tears.
“My middle
