My father’s voice changed when he heard the voice. “Evan,” he said. Evan’s entire body went still.“You know me?”“I remember you.”Evan laughed once.There was nothing amused in it.“Of course you do.”“I came back for you.”“No.”Evan took another step forward.“You came back after the fire. There is a difference.”My father did not answer.Evan continued.“You came back after everyone else was gone. You came back to a building full of smoke and ash, and you found one kid hiding behind shelves.”“I found you alive.”“You found me terrified.”“I know.”“You gave me a blanket.”The words changed Evan’s face.Not softer.More exposed.Then he looked at the door.“You said you would come back.”The silence that followed felt like something breaking.My father spoke quietly.“I did.”“No.”Evan’s voice cracked.“You came back one time. Then Mara took me away. Then she put me somewhere else. Then people found us. Then I came back here because there was nowhere else to go.”Mara covered
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