“I probably won’t get to see him again. Not with the restraining order in place. Oh, I almost forgot.” He pulled something out of his jacket pocket. I edged closer. It was the pictures that I’d had printed for him.
“I wish you could see him Dab. Here he is.” Daniel held the picture in front of the picture on the headstone. “My lady made them for me. She’s a sweet girl. You’d like her. She’s funny and sweet. She’s an art student.” He looked at the picture in his hand. “But she’s not talking to me right now. I’ve made her mad. I’m just so messed up inside and out. You wouldn’t recognize me, Dab. I got burned pretty badly. My girl’s name is Regan. She said that she loved me and I messed it up. She doesn’t care about my scars and stuff. I do. I hate them. I wish I could just shake it all off
