I knew it, knew after the fucked up day I'd had that I was gonna do this shit. I held her in my arms against my chest as the other girl who'd stolen my heart tried to push her away. I'm gonna have to get these two to come together looked like.
"Zakira say uncle Ty." She rolled her eyes at me. I guess she was not pleased that I was sharing my affections. I kissed her little mouth and hugged her close with my other arm.
The others were starting to relax and giving me the look. I know what that shit meant, it meant do you wanna talk about it? They knew the answer to that one too. I never wanted to talk about this shit
I'd told them the story a long time ago, what I remembered and what had been written in the papers. But it wasn't something I liked revisiting too often. Why would I? It was the worse fucking time of my life.