Finally, he asked, “Why didn’t Dad tell us?”
“I think he mentioned the center once or twice.”
“Not like this.”
“No.”
Caleb was quiet.
Then he whispered, “I thought I knew everything about him.”
That sentence broke my heart more than I expected.
“We
never really know everyone completely,” I said. “Maybe there are other parts of him we can still learn.”
The following Saturday, we went to the youth center.
Caleb almost backed out in the parking lot.
“We can leave,” I told him.
He stared at the building. “No.”
“You’re sure?”
“I don’t know.”
I smiled despite myself. “That’s very honest.”
He sighed. “Let’s just go.”
Marcus was waiting inside.
He had apparently told a few people we were coming.
“A few” turned out to be nearly 20.
Some were current teenagers.
Others were young adults who had once attended the program.
A young woman named Tasha was the first to approach us.
