With bated breath, Alessia and I waited for him to walk away. We wanted to keep his family members from seeing us speak to him. We didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable. We got out and followed him from a distance. He was wearing a tracksuit, a wool beanie, and a jacket, the classic look of someone who is just running out on a brief errand. When we caught up with him and explained who we were and why we’d sought him out, he didn’t seem afraid. At twenty-six years old, he still hadn’t found direction.
