Phoenix Maplewood that the vicious cycle was over

Ezra gave his name, then posed a question that repressed whatever Cambria had been about to say next. Neither name sounded familiar—he shook his head regretfully—but there was some measure of relief in realizing this young man was hopefully only momentarily lost. Perhaps father and sons had become separated on a hunting trip or something like that.

No, I can’t say I know them. When and where did you last see them? Cambria asked, happy to help reunite the wayward Ezra with his family if he could.