The Hundred Year PlanChapter 3
Friday, August 10, 2035, PM As Al turned into the short dead end street where Sam's family lived, his heart leaped into his throat. He took the car out of gear and let it roll to a stop. He could see the porch light was on, and a single lamp burned in the living room. The grief Al was feeling became too much for him, knowing what he had to do was beyond anything he'd ever done before in his life. A new onslaught of tears began, his body was wracking with sobs. He couldn't stand the...