CONNOR/ KADE HAWKINS
THE WINSTON BLUE DIAMOND ring THE SIZE OF MY HEAD stared back at me and I could only stare back at it nursing a whole lot of emotions that wracked and unnerved me.
I breathed but I wasn’t really breathing.
I tried to think but every ticking moment went to what happened yesterday.
Stupid. Fucking stupid.
Why hadn’t I realized, why hadn’t I—
Jr was alive! They all were and I hadn’t searched enough, hadn’t spent every last dime of daddy’s money to look for them.
I had been stunned the minute the forty something year old man stared at me like he knew me while ironically aiming a rifle in my damn face.
Then as if all the memories that had been caged in a tight little box had been unleashed, I remembered him.
Remembered him with my father.
Remembered him carrying me in his shoulders telling me…telling me to call him Uncle Jay.
And that’s what I remembered; he was Uncle Jay. The cool uncle. The one who pissed my fath—Callan most of the times.
