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She looks between me and Ash, eyebrows raised. Ash shrugs. "Okay," he begins, "Well, my dad was a drug dealer. Sad but true. And sometimes I’d be with him when he had to drop things off or pick up payments or whatever. I didn’t really understand when I was little, but the older I got, the more he told me. He’d call it 'our little secret'. And he’d take me with him to the clubs and bars and such, meeting people for exchanges or whatever. In case you hadn't noticed, a lot of dark people hang around bars. One time I had to pee, so I left my dad and headed to the bathroom. Somehow I found myself in an alley and, well, yeah. You know the rest. That was fifty-two years ago."

Every time Ash tells me this story I get scared little chills running up my spine. He says it so plainly, like it's just a fact of life. I don't know how he can see it that way, though. I know it hurts him on the inside.
Dove's face softens momentarily. "I’m sorry that happened, Ash." It’s the first time I’ve heard her use his name. "No one wants to be a monster. Next?" She fixes her attention on me.
I squirm. "Um, I don’t really do the whole backstory thing."

"Sure you do."
"No… I really don’t. It’s not the best story." I really don’t want to tell her about what happened. I don’t want to tell her about Katie. Ash is the only person who knows the full story. I kind of skipped a few details when I told Cade. Plus, it was only a few months ago that it happened. It still makes me sad every time I think about it.

Dove looks down and turns, walking normal again. "Suit yourself. But if the situation comes where I have a reason to not trust you, my knife will be at your throat in a heartbeat."

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