And another.
There were five in total.
Neighbors peeked through their curtains as the sleek vehicles stopped in front of the battered trailer. Mr. Lewis slowly stepped off the porch, his worn jacket pulled tight around him.
The driver’s door of the first SUV opened.
A tall man in an expensive suit stepped out.
Then four more men emerged from the other vehicles, all dressed in polished shoes and dark coats that looked wildly out of place on the muddy road.
Mr. Lewis swallowed hard.
“Can I help you?” he called.
The tall man stepped into the porch light.
Mr. Lewis froze.
The sharp jawline was older. The shoulders were broader. But the eyes were the same.
“Marcus?” he whispered.
The man’s face softened. “It’s been a long time, Mr. Lewis.”
Mr. Lewis covered his mouth as tears filled his eyes.
“You used to hide behind the bleachers during lunch.”
Marcus nodded. “Because I was starving.”
“I gave you the yellow tickets.”
He stepped closer. “You gave me a reason to keep going.”
Mr. Lewis looked at the others, his breath catching.
“David?”
The second man smiled. “Yes, sir.”
“Thomas? Leo?”
“We’re here,” Thomas said, his voice thick with emotion.
The fifth man removed his glasses and smiled. “I hope you haven’t forgotten about me?”
Mr. Lewis let out a broken laugh. “Ah. Little Benny. You cried when you dropped your lunch tray.”
Ben nodded. “And you bought me another one.”
Mr. Lewis looked at all five men, tears running freely down his face. “Look at you. You all grew up.”
“We did more than that,” Marcus said. “We built a company together.”
Mr. Lewis glanced at the SUVs, then at their suits.
“Why are you here?”
