Flint
Time seems to freeze. It’s so obvious, yet so impossible. I’m no expert on HIV, but I'm pretty sure that there are only four stages, and the last one is full-blown AIDS. “But… you’re so young. I thought—with the medication—”
“I was born with it.”
Born with it? “You… your mother…?” I never asked her about her mother before; I assumed she was out of the picture, but I didn’t know why.
She shrugs grimly. “So it would seem.”
“Is that… did she die?”
“Supposedly she was murdered, but I don’t really know. Could have been the AIDS. I was young.”
I’m beyond floored. I can’t begin to fathom everything she’s telling me. Born with HIV? Could the world be any more against this poor girl? And her mother, murdered? Again I find myself wondering whether this is real life or some strange fa
