“Oh, Darlin’, it's okay. We’ll find your family. Don’t worry.” Officer Mike put his hand on my shoulder. Aw, Darlin’. It made me think of a song Brother used to blare out of his bedroom, something like, “Oh darlin’, darlin’, darlin’.” He’d hold the album cover between his fingers and flip it in circles while the music played. I wondered if I’d ever see my family again.