“‘Cause you’re not like the rest of us, Donnelly.” It takes me aback, hearing him call me that. His blue eyes finally meet mine. “You never really were. And according to your mom, that’s always been a good thing.” “And according to you?” I wonder. “I’ve never wanted you to follow us to prison, if that’s what you’re asking, but I do wish you stuck around.” He lifts his shoulders in a tight shrug. “You’re my kid. I do love you, you know.” Nah, I don’t know. The love he had for me was buried underneath his love for drugs, and I didn’t spend time trying to dig it out. Now, it feels different. It’s
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