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"Sorry, kid"

Chapter Fifteen

Doe

Never again would I be able to look at a bow tie, afor air

It was only because of Sammy that I didn’t wish I was dead too He was the only reason I was able to swingand plant my feet on the floor

I loved the tattoo on iven it toI would carry with me forever, a permanent piece of him

An idea hit o, and there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do toout that King was dead, a little sliver of hope cracked through the cloud of despair

It tookhad taken liirl

I’d only seen the back of the house then, and with only a vague recollection of where it was; it had takento finally find it

I reminded myself that foster kids moved around froh that she wouldn’t even still be there

I had to try anyway

I waiting across the street in a vacant lot, for what see heat When front door opened and out ca the hands of two little kids about the sa’s dresser and the sht I’d ever seen her, I recognized her right away

Max