When Andrew Roark came home after a twelve-hour electrical job, he found a thin little boy sitting beneath the maple tree in his yard. The boy lifted his head, and Andrew dropped his tool belt into the grass. It was Harry — his son, the child everyone said had drowned five years ago. But when Andrew held him, Harry whispered, “Dad, it wasn’t an accident.

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