mother looked at her father.
The nurse answered softly.
A homeless man.
Janelle blinked.
Where is he? The nurse hesitated.
We don’t know.
He vanished.
Before Belridge City knew Malik Grayson as the homeless man outside Mason’s Fresh Market, he was once a little boy who ran barefoot through the soft grass behind his father’s house.
The house was not big.
It had old wooden steps, faded blue paint, and a kitchen window that always stayed open when his mother cooked.
But to Malik, it was the whole world.
There
