Sleep never came. My mother's letter remained folded beside me on the hotel nightstand, and although I had read every line several times, each sentence still carried the same power it had the first time. Her words had eased a piece of the guilt I had carried for most of my life, but they had also handed me something new.
A mission she had never finished. I sat on the edge of the bed while the sun slowly climbed above the Columbus skyline, and I stared at the final sentence written in her careful handwriting.
There is one child I never found.
The words refused to leave my mind. Drake stepped out of the bathroom after taking a shower, and he was already dressed in jeans and a black shirt.
"You've been awake all night." Drake said.
"I tried to sleep." I said.
"But?" He asked and I looke
