Part 1: The Night I Opened the Door

“A long time ago.”

My chest tightened as memory stirred. I studied his face, searching for something I couldn’t quite place.

“James?” I asked softly, barely believing the word as it left my mouth.

He nodded.

“Yes.”

A Promise Remembered

I stood frozen as he spoke, explaining that he had spent years trying to find me. That he had never forgotten that storm,continue reading …