I could tell he wanted to hold me.

I could also tell he wasn’t going to try.

That small restraint mattered more than the excuses I’d expected.

“What is this place, really?” I asked.

“A nonprofit that helps people navigate identity records, missing-person cases, and family reunifications.

Miriam contacted them last year when she found another clue you might be alive.

My researcher was able to connect the inquiries.”

He looked at the building.