After a long, exhausting business trip, all he wanted was a quiet night at home. But when he arrived at the house and saw something waiting on his porch in the cold, his life shifted in a way no corporate meeting ever could — forever.
When George pulled into his driveway just after 11 p.m., headlights slicing through the frosty December air, he never imagined the sight that would greet him. What he found on his doorstep took him down a path that only fate could’ve envisioned.
George’s return home came after another grueling two-month business assignment in Detroit. All he wanted as he dragged his suitcase up the stairs was a scalding hot shower, his couch, and the kind of sleep that felt like falling into a coma. The corporate world paid well, but it drained the soul.
His job didn’t just eat his hours; it devoured his relationships. He didn’t have any children or a family of his own. His wife had left him two years ago, fed up with the distance that only grew wider with each missed call and unanswered message.