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CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN
BATTLING EMOTIONS
I stopped walking.
“Are you okay?” Lona asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I replied leaning against the wall of the pawn shop. “Just need a rest.”
She gave me a side glance then stared at the young kids riding a bicycle.
I ran my hands inside my pant’s pocket and came out with a cigarette and matchstick. I notice she was watching me from the side of her eye.
“Mind lighting for me?” I asked.
“No mam,” she replied taking the cigarette and matchstick from my hand and lighting for me. “Here,”
I took it and slid it inside my mouth.
“Thank you,” I said. “You can now go, I’ll be fine alone,”
“But mam…”
“It’s Siren,” I corrected her. “Why do you even call me mam? Not like I’m wealthy,”
“But everyone deserves to
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