Drawn to You: 69: Josh
Josh hadn’t cried, but it had been a near thing. He wasn’t sure if anyone else saw it, but Josh was a Ray connoisseur. The man who’d just addressed that crowd wasn’t the boy who’d hidden in a cave or communicated mostly in grunts and monosyllables in school. He wasn’t the little kid who’d preferred drawing to almost any activity because he could do it on his own.

