---- "You would think that something as big as having children would be something I remember, but I don't," he said, philosophically. He watched the younger coyote panic and he started to feel bad. His heart strings pulled and he wanted to get down and hold her and tell her it was okay, but he couldn't. He couldn't cross that boundary. This coyote thought he was her father and well, there was no memory there. He had yet to see a flashback of her in his head. Abel was beginning to doubt himself: either he was this other coyote the last one said he was or he just looked a lot like him. "You have the wrong person," he said with a slight shrug of his shoulder. Guilt weighed heavily on him, like he crushed a young girls dream. Obviously her father was missing and he wasn't helping. He especially wasn't helping since her father was right in front of her. |
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