Samantha Lucero’s story continues: Our detective is in a fix now, but not a immanently as Baby Mikey.
Don’t worry, dad said, you worry too much.
But what about—?
They said no going outside, no exposing yourself to—
To what, air? Don’t expose myself to air and breathe like a human being just because I’m dying?
You’re not dying wasn’t the right thing to say, because it was a lie, and so instead she said, don’t worry, dad, you’ll live forever.
Nah, I won’t. None of us do. And when you’re my age you realize that’s a blessing. You stop being afraid; you start being ready. You know what’s funny, though? I thought you’d save me first. I didn’t think you’d just let me die… my only daughter left her daddy to die to go save someone else’s kid.
But you told me to.
It doesn’t matter what I told you; it matters what you did. You came back too late, remember? Had to…
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