breath.
“I came looking for you.”
I stared at him.
“Not specifically here,” he clarified. “I didn’t know where you were. But for the last few years, I’ve been trying to find the children from Maple Street.”
“The children?”
“All of you. As many as I could.”
“Why?”
He looked toward the evening sky for a second.
“Because I promised someone.”
Then he smiled sadly.
“And when you reach my age and doctors start giving you certain kinds of news, you start thinking seriously about promises you haven’t finished keeping.”
