“He’s really my uncle.”
Alana and I were walking
through the downtown of Wheaton.
“He pretty much raised me
though.”
I asked about her
dad.
“He was a cop. He got shot on duty when I was still a little
kid.”
She looked away from me,
towards the people bustling from building to building, shop to shop.
People who had a normal
life.
A life I never thought I
would have again.
“Now it’s your turn.”
She smiled at me, turning
her head in my direction, the sun catching her eyes just right.
“Tell me about your
family.”
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