After My Father’s Funeral, My Stepmother Left Me Behind and Claimed Everything—Then I Called the Number Dad Had Hidden in My Pocket

One boy asked why he had moved to Dallas.

“My dad died.”

The boy stopped asking questions.

By the third week, Noah had made two friends.

Mateo, who talked constantly.

And Owen, who barely talked at all.

Somehow the three fit together.

Daniel attempted to learn how school schedules worked.