Zeke, who was eye-level with me, stared at me, waiting for I don't know what. I felt so many different feelings, but had no way to express them all. My face was paralyzed but my heart was racing. I swallowed down all the questions like, 'why would she do that?', 'do you guys not want me around anymore?', and 'was this planned or spontaneous?'
I settled for one that I felt was most important. "Did you find him?"
Zeke didn't give away any hints. "Do you want them to find him?"
I shook my head. No way. Not even a little. He didn't come back for me once in the last ten years. "I don't understand why you guys would look for him? Weren't you supposed to be visiting colleges?"
