Seven Years After My Son Disappeared, a Dog Led Me to a Truth I Was Never Meant to Discover

lump of grief burning in my throat and forced myself to smile.

“Of course I did,” I whispered. “I’m just an old friend of your parents. My name is Colleen.”

“It is really nice to meet you, Aunt Colleen,” he murmured as his eyelids drooped with exhaustion. “Thank you for visiting me today. It means a lot.”

“Get some rest, buddy,” Arthur said gently. “She’ll continue reading …