“Remember the name you kept saying? Cal?”
Evelyn looked up.
Then she looked at me.
Her expression changed instantly.
Tears flooded her eyes.
“Caleb?” she whispered.
I stepped forward and took her hand.
“I’m here,” I said.
“I’m right here.”
She shook her head through tears.
“I tried to find you,” she said.
“They told me you were safe.”
“They said I couldn’t bring you home.”
“It wasn’t you,” I told her quietly.
“It was the system.”
Two Families, One Story
Life didn’t magically become perfect after that.
Evelyn still struggled with dementia.
Some days she recognized me.
Some days she thought I was a neighbor stopping by.
