The Empty Chair and the Lost Boy
Barbara’s eyes narrowed. “People will turn this into entertainment—argue online, pick sides, forget there’s a real child with a real soul.”
Part 1 — The Price Tag
The bell over the door of The Shepherds Cafe chimed softly, and Barbara stepped into warmth that smelled like coffee and cinnamon. Elijah sat at the window table with his notebook open—untouched—like he’d been waiting on a conversation more than a thought.