Crossroads (2003)
“Bruce held up a dusty, framed photograph retrieved from a box of memorabilia that the older man was sorting through in his bedroom.
Uncle Ray peered at the faded color print, a studio portrait of a youngster with an impish grin and a sprinkling of freckles across his nose. “Land,” he said softly. “I haven’t seen that in years.”
He reached out, and the teenager handed him the photo. “Was that your son?” Bruce asked cautiously.
Uncle Ray slowly shook his head. “No.” He sat down wearily on the edge of the bed, still studying the photo. “But he was a special boy, too.”
Bruce joined him. “Who was he?”
“So here’s where you two are hiding! Tess and I are starving. Isn’t it about time for—” Mitch’s voice stopped abruptly and he froze in the doorway, his gaze riveted on the framed picture in Uncle Ray’s hands. The color drained from his face and a bolt of white-hot pain zigzagged across his eyes.
Uncle Ray gave him a worried look. “We found this in my closet, Mitch,”
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