The Umbrella in the Storm: When One Sandwich Turns Into a Forever Promise

hesitate. He nodded.

“Can I see him?” I asked.

“We were hoping you would,” the agent smiled.

We drove to the center that evening. Toby was sitting in a corner of the playroom, clutching a plastic truck, staring at the floor. He looked smaller than I remembered.

“Toby?” I called out softly.

His head snapped up. His eyes went wide. For a second, he didn’t continue reading …