Blackfoot Forest when i meet charon

Just thought in a winter like this, it'd be nice to have some help, he said, aware of how much of a non-answer it was. Then, as if feeling guilty for his vagueness: But the truth is, I'm just curious.

He sized the stranger up, whose face, at least, reminded Abraham of his father - the resemblance sent a pang of emotion through him, emotion he had no time to parse. Just a little over a month ago, he had been taking care of his mom, been having to see things that no son should ever have to deal with.

After mom had passed, God remained evasive to him; he could only ever glimpse grace in its wake, its after-image.

I'm looking for my dad. It's a long shot, but have you seen a wolfdog, ears like mine, real thin with yellow eyes?

You can't miss him, he wanted to add, but was afraid of how his voice might've sounded like if he did.