The Case of the Vanishing Socks—What I Discovered Left Me Speechless

He only had one leg.

A floorboard creaked under my weight, and both Dylan and the man turned toward me. My son’s eyes widened. “Dad… I can explain.”

But before he could, the old man smiled. “You must be Dennis. Your boy here’s been looking out for me—keeps my stump cozy when the weather gets cold.”

My throat tightened. Dylan had met him months ago while walking to school. A Navy veteran, the man had lost his leg in service, and with his family scattered across the globe, he was alone.

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