Collin

　　Reed’s father didn’t heed me when I asked further about his son. He moved past me and disappeared behind the door with the young woman in his arm. That woman wasn’t Reed’s mother for sure. He once showed us his mother’s picture, a wise woman with short hair and dark skin. His mother was an Italian. The young woman didn’t look like his mother at all. Where was his mother?

　　It was so heartbreaking to realize little I knew about Reed’s life. I felt sucked that I wasn’t a good friend to him. That boy had a secret he kept from us. It wasn’t his fault, it was ours....