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number and put the phone to my ear. After a few rings, she finally answers

with a very groggy hello.

“Hey. I found him.”

“Who is this?”

I briefly close my eyes while I wait for her to wake up and remember her

son is missing. After a few quiet seconds, she goes, “Atlas?”

“Yeah. I found Josh.”

I can hear rustling from her end like she’s hopping out of bed. “Where

has he been?”

I really don’t want to answer that. I know she’s his mother, but I feel like

it’s none of her business where he’s been, which is an unusual opinion to

have. “I’m not sure where he’s been, but he’s with me now. Listen… I was

wondering if he could stay here for a while? Maybe give you a break?”

“You want him to stay there with you?” The way she puts the emphasis

on that last word makes me wince. This is going to be harder than I thought.

She’s the type of person who fights for the sake of fighting, no matter what

outcome she really wants.

I could enroll him in school and make sure he attends,” I offer up. “Take

the truancy heat off you.” It’s quiet on her end, like maybe she’s

contemplating that.

“Such a martyr,” she mutters. “Bring him back. Now.” She ends the call.

I attempt to call her back three times, but she sends the calls to voice

mail.

“That didn’t sound promising,” Josh says. He’s standing in the doorway

of the kitchen. I’m not sure how much he heard on my end, but at least he

couldn’t hear her end.

I slide my phone in my pocket. “She wants you back today. But I’ll call a

lawyer tomorrow. Hell, I’ll call Child Protective Services if you want me to.

There’s just not much I can do on a Sunday.”

Josh’s shoulders drop when I say that. “Will you at least give me your

phone number?” He asks that like he’s scared I’m going to say no.

“Of course. I’m not going to abandon you now that I know you exist.”

He picks at a hole in his sleeve, avoiding eye contact with me when he

says, “I wouldn’t blame you for being mad at me. I cost you a lot of

money.”

“You did do that,” I say. “Those croutons were expensive.”

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