The rain had been falling steadily all afternoon, the kind of persistent downpour that turned streets into rivers and made the whole world feel smaller, grayer, heavier. I almost didn’t notice it as I turned onto Maple Ridge Drive because my mind was elsewhere—focused on the grocery list in my pocket, the deadline I’d missed at work, the small accumulating annoyances of an ordinary Thursday that had nothing remarkable about it until the moment I saw a figure at the end of a familiar driveway and my foot slammed on the brakes hard enough to make the car lurch.It took me several seconds to process what I was seeing because the human mind resists certain truths, especially when those truths involve the people you love most in the world. The figure was kneeling in the grass beside the driveway, head bowed, shoulders hunched inward, rainwater streaming down in sheets that plastered clothing to skin and turned the ground into mud.READ MORE BELOW..