He wasn't at the basketball court. Nor at the restaurant where we had dinner, was that only the night before last? It felt like forever. I went to his parent's house, the place where he was born, where he grew up. Where he suffered from cancer. And survived with a miracle. But no Adam.

I went back to the place of his accident, the place where we found each other again. The place where his motorcycle crashed and his mortal body died. There was nothing there to prove ...