I looked at my son’s exhausted face and saw how much weight he had lost over the last twelve months on the street.

His cheekbones were sharp shadows in the motel light.

“I walked twelve miles to the city and found their main office,” Ethan said.

“I waited out in the parking lot for two days.”

He explained how he had gotten by on half a loaf of bread while watching the glass entrance doors from an alley across the street.

He recognized his father’s luxury sedan pulling into the visitor space early Tuesday morning.

“I watched him sign papers inside and walk out alone,” Ethan said.