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He ordered in German just to humiliate the waitress, laughing that “girls like her” could never understand a real education. Iris Novák only smiled and poured his
By the time my sister announced it for the third time, everyone within a twenty–foot radius of our table knew she had made it. The
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Chapter 1: The Night the Wind Screamed I can still feel the bone-deep chill of that night if I close my eyes. February 13th, 1992.
PART 1 – Waiting by the Wall The gym smelled like hairspray, cheap cologne, and popcorn. Purple and silver streamers hung from the basketball hoops.
They say that grief comes in waves, but when my grandfather, Richard Ashford, died, I didn’t feel a wave. I felt a hollow, aching silence.