He seemed to avoid meeting Anna’s eyes as much as possible. Joe, my foster dad, was a heroin and booze addict. A dull light shone through the open window blinds and softened the room with parchment yellowness. A moment before, the surface of the stream was black as ink. The candle was shaking in his hand as Ruth appeared in the doorway.
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