"I have an Uncle?" The little girl asked. Dean glanced in the rearview mirror at his daughter, a pang in his heart making it hard to breathe. "Yeah, Alyssa." He whispered. "He's going to help us find Grampa."
"I have an Uncle?" The little girl asked. Dean glanced in the rearview mirror at his daughter, a pang in his heart making it hard to breathe. "Yeah, Alyssa." He whispered. "He's going to help us find Grampa."