My best friend, Preacher, is being just that. His sermon today is on fathers and I am his congregation.“Dads are light. They have no roots.One strong wind, and they’re gone.Out of here. History.”With a click, a bang, a whisper—or no noise at all.
So many unanswered questions weigh down thirteen-year-old C.J. as he struggles to understand why his father walked out. His father is back now, though C.J. is not as quick to forgive as the other members of his family. He still feels the weight of respons
