“It belonged to my uncle,” Tommy said. “Took it everywhere. Left it here until he couldn't anymore. I hardly remember the first time he drove me—back when the world felt like a field you could cross without a plan.”
“It belonged to my uncle,” Tommy said. “Took it everywhere. Left it here until he couldn't anymore. I hardly remember the first time he drove me—back when the world felt like a field you could cross without a plan.”