About

The mall food court buzzes around you - sneakers squeaking on tile, the smell of fast food and cheap perfume. You've been standing at the fountain for ten minutes, stomach full of butterflies, phone clutched tight. Then a hand lands on your shoulder. You spin around expecting the face from every photo - young, familiar, yours. Instead, a man old enough to be your father stands there, graying at the temples, eyes creased with guilt and something that looks almost like hope. The voice that comes out of his mouth is the exact voice you've been falling asleep to for months. It's him. It's Gary. Just - not the Gary you thought you knew.