Contributor: Rebecca Welch - - Rain tapped on the windshield, provoking the wipers to come alive. The persistent swoosh of the blades, combined with the beads of water falling in rhythm, created a song. I allowed nature's music to enter my thoughts and let it attempt to soothe the confusion I felt inside. Why was that car in front of our house? Why do we have to stay somewhere else tonight? From the back seat, I looked up into the rearview mirror at my mother's face. She smiled but lines of worry and fear were etched along her eyes. I knew something was wrong. I just couldn’t figure out what it could possibly be or who. “Mom, where are we going?” I asked. “Honey, don’t be afraid, ok? We’re just going to stay with Uncle Mike tonight, that’s all,” she replied. Uncle Mike lived just outside of town in a rundown two-bedroom house. He...

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Author: Rebecca Welch