Husband Sold Son’s Car After Bad Grades. Parents Turn Pale At His Revenge

Another Sign of Hope

Adam’s eyes suddenly lit up. “What about the local mechanics? Jason always loved cars,” he suggested. It made sense—maybe he’d gone to a place that felt like home, surrounded by engines and grease. So, we switched gears and drove toward the nearby auto repair shops. We parked at each one, showing his picture to anyone who’d listen.

The first few stops were met with nothing but blank stares and gentle head shakes, and with each one, it felt like the walls were closing in. Desperation lingered in the air, but we pushed on. We couldn’t stop now. Not when we were so close.

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