“I thought he’d be here,” Joe said. “Who?” I asked. “Dad. We’re looking for Dad. That’s why we’re here.” “Dad?” I barely remembered our father. I thought of him rarely and only with reference to Noni and all that she’d endured. “Joe, are you sure?” “Yes I’m sure,” he whispered fiercely. “Now, shhh. I know he’ll come.” The yearning in Joe’s voice shattered the still air into a million pieces. It shocked me into a stunned silence.
