The trip back was tougher than John had been told. He was weary, anxious. His stomach tightened as he approached the unrecognisably young boy. A moment fifty years in the making.
The question itself wasn’t the issue. He knew the boy would accept, eventually. After all, he had.
But consideration spawned apprehension. He knew how big a decision this was; the boy’s entire life would be sculpted by it.
The boy was the only person who could do the job, the only one to trust.
John only hoped that, fifty years from now, the boy would feel the same.