« I met him a long time ago. »
« What do you want with my son? »
There was enough fear in her voice that I immediately stepped backward.
« Nothing bad. I promise. »
She looked at the bag in my hand.
Then at my truck parked beside the road.
Before I could explain, I heard footsteps behind her.
A teenage boy appeared.
Tall. Skinny. Dark hair falling into his eyes.
He looked nothing like the little kid I remembered.