“Unearthing the Secrets: What the Ashes Reveal About Our Past and Future”
I ran away a lot. But every time, I went back.
Twenty minutes later, a car pulled in, catching me in its headlights. My muscles tensed, ready to run. A man got out and approached slowly. He crouched down, keeping a wide distance between us. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out his police ID card.
“I’m a cop,” he said. “I’m not working. I just stopped to use the bank machine. Do you need help?” he asked.
He was the first person to ask me that question.
I didn’t know how to answer. I didn’t know where to begin.
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