EXCERPT: 'The Kids Are All Right'

"Is my daddy in there?" I whispered to him in the silence. He ignored me, so I leaned in closer, my lips touching the hairs, and asked him again. Then I saw his eyes spilling and shut my mouth so hard I bit my tongue. I could taste the blood, metallic like the water from the fountain at school, licking its way to my teeth. I started to cry and put my hands to his cheeks once more, just like the cheeks I had touched in the sunshine by the pool, in the dimly lit hallways of our house, in my bed before I fell asleep.

"You look just like my daddy," I whispered. "You look just like my daddy." My uncle turned his head and began to sob as some gray- haired lady took me from his arms, my hands scraping his stubble as I was carried away.

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