Focusing all my attention on the boy sitting beside me, I let my eyes roam over his face. Golden skin. Yellow hair. Kind smile. Eyes like Daddy’s whiskey. Soap and strawberries. Hugh Biggs. “There you go,” he finally said with a smile, breaking me from my deep concentration. “Look at you.” I looked down and was surprised to see that he was holding both of my hands. My hand wasn’t on my mouth, and I wasn’t screaming.
