Andrew rubbed his eyes. They always bothered him these days. They burned and itched and teared up and dribbled down his sore red cheeks. It was hardly worth all the time and effort he put into breathing and eating and drinking and sleeping if he was going to have to put up with these eyes.…

  Joe had never felt so unsure. Each step he’d taken, from the very first ones into his mother’s arms, seemed to make perfect sense. Until now. He found himself in the middle of a wide open field with no indication of the direction his feet should follow. What would the lion do, Joe wondered,…