(Angelique)Twenty minutes to dismantle a life.It's not as hard as it should be.That's the part that hollows me out, how little there is.Zack's clothes.The shoebox of his drawings.One good blanket.My documents, the fake ones and the realer ones, taped inside a vent I pried open with a butter knife while a wolf in a suit watched me do it and said nothing.Zack's narrating the whole thing to a Beta named Cole, who has the decency to look like he'd rather be anywhere else."-and that one's a shark but it's also a truck, and my mom said I can't bring the rocks but I'm bringing one rock, the gray one, it's my favorite-""Sure, kid," says Cole.I keep my hands moving and my face boring and my whole body pointed at the one thing in this trailer that matters more than my son's lungs.The tin.Top shelf, behind the rice, a dented Altoids tin with maybe four doses left in it.My emergency stash.The thing I never touch, the thing that exists for exactly this situation.The day it all goes
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