“No, buddy.”
He looked toward the glowing windows of Elizabeth House, where families were sharing dinner and children were laughing around the tables.
“Maybe it just keeps finding its way home.”
Oliver smiled.
And beneath the flowering magnolia tree, with the evening sunlight warming their faces, father and son sat together in peace.
For the first time in a very long time, neither of them was waiting for someone to return.
They were simply grateful for the love that had never truly left.
