The drive home felt endless. So long. I knew Harrison was waiting at my house, but I wasn't prepared for what we might find there.
Victor drove fast while Xander sat beside him in front. I was in the back, holding the folder. My aunt followed in her car behind us, ready to help if anything went wrong. If Harrison tried something.
When we arrived on our street, Harrison's black car was parked across the street from our house. I knew that car.
A young man stood on our porch with Mom. My mom looked small, scared.
The moment he turned his head and looked at us, I froze. My feet stopped.
He had Dad's dark hair, Dad's height, and the familiar way of standing, hands in pockets. Looking at him felt like seeing my father twenty years younger. Like a ghost. Like Dad came back young.
He stared
