Uncle Mike? What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice coming out a little higher and shakier than I wanted it to, my heart starting to pound hard in my chest as I pulled the door open a bit wider to let him in.

  There he was, standing right there in the hallway of my crappy off-campus apartment building, the light from the bulb above casting shadows on his face, making him look even taller and broader than I remembered, his shoulders so wide they almost touched both sides of the doorframe, and that grin on his face, the one that always made me feel like he could read...