car in drive.
Behind me, the courthouse doors opened and a guard called my father’s name.
Chloe turned toward the sound.
I kept going.
At the next intersection, I stopped beside a red light and took the dog tag from my pocket. The burn marks had left the name uneven, but the letters were still there.
M. REYES.
The light changed.
I set the tag on the dashboard.continue reading …
