Finding ShelterChapter 18
I was greeted by laughter from four separate sources and a 5-year-old hitting me like a linebacker when I came inside my home that evening. Mark's shot to my knees almost caused me to dump 3 pizzas on top of his head. "Hey, Champ," I said as I regained my balance. "You're getting a bit too big to launch yourself from across the room at me." Mark looked up at me a grinned. There was no remorse in his eyes, only the warmness that I had come to love. Balancing pizzas and my briefcase, I...