you doing out here?” he asked.
“Walking my dog,” Elsie said.
He studied her carefully.
“What’s your name?”
“Elsie Warren.”
Something shifted in his face.
“Warren?” he repeated. “Was Samuel Warren your grandfather?”
Elsie went still.
“Yes.”
The man looked down, then back at her.
“He trained me when I was a teenager,” he said quietly. “He was the first man who ever made me believe I could become better than my worst day.”
Elsie didn’t know what to say.
The man glanced toward the woods, then away.
“The man
