“My parents were in the helicopter,” I blurt out, desperate. There’s a long pause. A drag of a cigarette, and then another pause, until he finally breaks the silence. “You’re Andy Winters’s little girl?” “Yes,” I whisper, furiously wiping a hot tear from my cheek. “I just need some answers.” “I can’t tell you what you want to know,” he mumbles back. “I have a little girl too. I can’t…I can’t take any risks.” “I know. I get it. I just…I miss them.” “He…he was excited, that day. For the burgers.”
