to my mom, even though I was barely two when he’d approached her.

My dad had been a recovering gang member himself, but Alan had convinced his own gang at the time that he was still banging. Alan wasn’t actually there when the hit went down, but it was Alan’s intel that green lighted him. My dad was gunned down leaving the warehouse he worked at after the night shift.

“I’m sorry,” Alan said, “I had no idea you knew.”

“Well, you wanted me to open up,” I said, “I guess I’m opening up.”

“Is-is that why you always seem so sad?” Teresa asked, “I’m sorry, if I’d known…”

“No need to be sorry,” I said, “I’m sure you’ve both thought of a way to justif...

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