The first real smile I had seen from him in years.
“I’m sorry for the lie.”
My eyes burned.
“But if you’re watching this, it means we’re both still alive.”
The screen displayed a set of coordinates.
A cabin in northern Maine.
“Come find me, son.”
The video ended.
For a long moment, nobody spoke.
Then my phone vibrated one final time.
A text from my mother.
Three words.
I’ve found him.
I stared at the message.
The senior agent looked over my shoulder.
“Looks like your father isn’t the only one who survived.”
Outside, snow began falling across the storage yard.
And somewhere hundreds of miles away, a man the world had buried that morning was waiting for his family to come home.
