They were watching a movie with a bowl of popcorn resting between them.
They looked like completely normal teenagers enjoying a quiet afternoon.
For almost an entire year, Sarah had believed her son had vanished without a trace.
But Daniel hadn’t run away the way everyone assumed.
He had stayed beside someone who was desperately afraid and needed help.
Through every cold night in shelters, every meal missed, every abandoned building they’d hidden in.
Because Daniel was the kind of young man who couldn’t let someone face a dangerous world completely alone.
He was also the kind of son who left a careful trail for someone who loved him to eventually follow.
And Sarah was forever grateful she had followed that trail to find him.
