Dawn
“Dawn, I want you to meet my friend,” Matty says as he pulls me down the hall.
“Alright, Matty, I"m coming!” I say as I laugh at his eagerness.
To my surprise, we stop outside the shooting range. That"s right, they"re training the kids. I push the image of Matty aiming a rifle out of my mind as we enter the room. Only one person is in here at the moment so we stand at the back wall, waiting for him to finish. When he sets his g*n down, he turns to us.
“Dawn this is Antonio,” Matty says.
I stare at the willowy boy in front of me with his dark hair and even darker eyes. He doesn"t smile at me.
“I"ve heard a lot about you,” I say finally. “I"m a friend of Matty and Drew.”
Drew saved Antonio and another boy in St. Louis.
“Where are you from Antonio?” I ask.
I know he"s Mexican, b
