They did not know what was behind the wall.
Not yet.
The years passed the way years do when you’re too busy surviving to notice them, in glimpses and markers rather than in a continuous narrative.
First day of middle school for all three of them, Marcus in the front, Darnell with his new backpack, Calvin with his eyes already reading the building like he was memorizing the exits.
Walter’s photograph.
Walter’s face doing that thing it did, trying not to look too proud because too proud felt like it
