I have no memory of my dad taking me to see Uncle Glynn. I rarely have any memories of Uncle Glynn at all. I don’t know if my dad saw the hatred in his eyes and figured it would be best to keep me away from him.
But I remember being surprised Uncle Glynn would be the one looking after me after my parent's death.
“What did you do?” I ask. Because it’s clear he did something.
“Well—” He breaks off at the sound of someone running, and I half turn as well, making sure I keep him in my sights even as I prepare for the arrival of a familiar presence.
Loren bursts through the trees and skids to a stop.
For a second, she looks confused, then after glaring at me, turns as if to run off again.
“Loren, where are you going? Now you’re here we can—”
“Oh, f**k off, Glynn. Can’t you tell we’ve los
