back.
The smallest girl whispered, “She pointed and cried, ‘It’s him,’ and then a truck came through the intersection…”
She couldn’t finish.
The boy with glasses spoke last.
“On the road, before she was gone, she grabbed my hand and said if we loved her at all, we had to keep looking for Benji… for you.”
I tightened my arms around Benji’s warm body.
“I told continue reading …