“I am sorry for coming like this,” the stranger said breathlessly while struggling to remain upright, “but I did not know anywhere else to go tonight.”
I caught his elbow before he lost his balance because instinct forced me to help anyone who appeared that frightened and exhausted.
“They are searching for me everywhere,” he continued quietly while clutching the blanket I wrapped around his shoulders, “and you are the only family I have left in this world.”
“Who are you exactly?” I asked while guiding him toward the couch because confusion and concern tangled together inside my chest.
“My name is Daniel Morrison,” he replied with shaking lips and watery eyes, “and I believe I am your grandson.”