iet memories, seeking refuge. But he found me. Julian showed up one ni

red, wrapping his arms around me. "We

udely drawn sun: a man, a woman, and a little boy. "Noah drew this for us," he

eard Noah's voice, clear as a bell, before he co

ds," he mumbled, trying to laugh it off. "Th

il I softened, or at least pretended to. "Okay, Julian,"

I went through the pockets of his jacket, which he'd left on a chair. I found what I was looking

written: "I wish the auntie at dad