“How about ya let me decide that. I’m not a wee chile anymore.”
“I don’t care how aul’ y’are, y’ll always be my cub.”
I appreciate his concern, but he can’t protect me forever.
“I’ll never forgive myself for what happened with ya. I should have done more,” he says with regret, running his hands through his dark brown hair.
“What more could ya have done? You didn’t know where we were.”
“Naw, I didn’t, and I’ll never forgive Cara for that. She was so stubborn. And that got her killed. She had no business being in Movil—”
He pauses, but it’s too late because I heard him—loud and clear. I never knew where the bungalow was…until now.
Moville.
That’s what Uncle Sean was going to say before he realized he shared more than he should. I can either continue to pump him for information, or I
