I FOUND A TODDLER CRYING BAREFOOT IN THE PARKING LOT—BUT NO ONE CLAIMED TO KNOW
I sat beside him, unsure of what to do or say. “Do you remember your name?” I asked softly. He shook his head. “Other dad calls me Little Star.” “Little Star,” I repeated, trying to suppress the shiver that ran through me. There was something unsettlingly ethereal about it, something that made me question the… CONTINUE READING »