Dicks

e trucks rumbled down the Brooklyn street below, I rubbed my bloodshot eyes

lining on the paper, my gaze drifted to the worn bl

he wallet and pulled a yellowed, creased ul

he real proof of the tiny life that had

r, the nightmare of how I had ended up in th

y father Walter lured me into a private underground c

ate room, only to crash straight into Denver, who had just fi

ness left me pregnant a month later, forcing the Dickerson fa

se, until Denver left for the West Coast playoffs and his spoiled cousin

ough my skirt and the freezing despair on the operating ta

he faint surgical scar from the massive hemorrhage through my thin s

ked why I was pale, simply staring at my flat stomach and

ocked my heart away behin

to the hidden slot of my wallet and snapped it shut-the weak Erie

ed it wide open, letting the crisp morning

e fabric samples, the screen suddenly lit up and vibrated

familiar digits, I swiped to an

who is

nly the sound of shaky breathi

p, a warm, gentle male voice trembling wi

is that r

pils shrinking as my fingers tremble

tless dark nights, I recognized that voice in a

eden

ht throat, my eyes turning hot and r

ally i

gent on the other

hes from Aurora Magazine... I recognized N

hree years? Why did you cut off all conta

lower lip as hot tears brimmed in my eyes, completely unab