He stood in the doorway.s. of the tiny house, staring at the teenage boy in the wheelchair.
The boy had dark hair.
The same dark eyes Daniel saw every morning when he looked in the mirror.
Daniel’s voice shook.
Emily looked away.
Daniel swallowed.
She finally looked at him.
The words hit Daniel harder than anything he had ever experienced.
Emily nodded.
Daniel looked at Noah again.
The boy was perhaps fourteen.
He sat quietly in an old wheelchair, watching the strange man who had suddenly appeared at their door.
Daniel’s eyes filled with tears.
Emily gave a bitter smile.
Daniel had no answer.
“When you threw me out?” she continued.
Daniel lowered his head.
Emily’s voice softened.
Daniel closed his eyes.
For nine years, he had believed he had lost his wife.
He had never known he had lost a son too.
“Why didn’t you come back?” he whispered.
