James’s face was contorted with confusion and pain. “When my sentence finally ended, I was 51 years old. I had spent more than half my life behind bars. The world had changed so much, and I felt like a stranger in it. But one thing remained constant—my desire to find John.”
“Upon my release, I began searching through old records and reaching out to anyone who might have known John. It was a long shot, but I was determined. It took quite a while before I finally tracked down his number.”