"It's right here." said the boy in Sally's car, pointing to the apartment complex he'd spent the last four and a half years in.
She gently applied the brakes, and spun the wheel towards the place she'd been directed to. It wasn't hard to find a parking spot once she was in the lot. She pulled into the empty space, and went through the quick mindless process of parking.
Sally did not look at the boy in the passenger seat. She could not.
How could it be possible after all these years? How could he really be there right next to her after being missing for five long years? That little boy who could be no older than nine or ten years old, how could that be the man she loved? How could this child have his face? It was his face exactly, down to the small scar above his left eye. Those were his eyes looking at her, and they carried a deeper sadness to them than any child ever should. The boy's lips pulled together in that same way that his always did when he was trying to be reassuring in a se