Alpha of Smoke
I let him go, giving him a scowl, and the three of us follow, with Joseph lagging behind.
Aunt Lena is perched on the edge of one of the few chairs left in the space, a handkerchief pressed to her nose. Hanna sits on the floor next to her, forlorn, and Uncle Tim, whose hands grip his wife’s shoulders, follows us with puffy eyes. Next to him, Mr. Casper and his family stand stoic, their heads tipped slightly as if to punctuate the fact that they wanted to be here all along, and it didn’t take the death of a young man to persuade them to stand with their friends.
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