Weeks passed, and I began to wonder if I’d ever see him again.
One Saturday, Liam and I took Daisy to the park. She ran across the grass with newfound energy, chasing after Liam’s ball. As I watched them, my eyes caught a familiar figure sitting on a bench under a bare tree. The blanket was gone, replaced by a donated coat. His beard was trimmed, and though his face was still weary, his eyes looked a little brighter.
