Upon deeper reflection on past events, her relationship with her uncle seemed more like two individuals who had struggled together in a quagmire, one's existence today uncertain without the other.
Yvonne Finley slowly half-closed her eyes, looking at the road segment sprinkled with golden hue by the roadside. The high-rises, stacked layer upon layer, stood cold and solitary in this city, like lone wanderers unable to dock upon a shore.
"A big fire nearly claimed lives, dealt a huge blow to the insane asylum, and almost burnt David Sanders to death. So, at that time, he was truly scared of my uncle. Everyone saw my uncle as a detached individual, the label of 'bad boy' never associated with him. After all, he was an outsider. Keeping a low profile was an expectation imposed on him from everyone."
