A series of images begin to run through my mind. The red numbers. The three-lined X mark on my family’s door. The medic trucks that took Eden away. Eden’s eyes—black and bleeding. They want something from my little brother. Something to do with his illness. I picture the three-lined X again. What if it was no accident that Eden got the plague? What if it’s no accident when anyone gets
Theyre probably doing some environmental racism type shi
