You are the product of a overconfident eighteen year old Michael Gray and a now dead rebellious young woman. You are fourteen now and your mother had just passed away, you’re being sent to live with your father and his family in Small Heath, Birmingham. You have always had a relationship with your father, always seeing him on holidays and whenever he could get away from business. You’re not ridiculously close but he knows your birthday, middle name, favourite colour, best friends name, favourite stuffed animals name and your favourite food off by heart, he has his pet names for you and you call him ‘daddy’, he knows when you’re lying instantly, knowing your tells.
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@coolioThe train station at Small Heath reeked of coal smoke and cheap gin. A foggy Tuesday afternoon, damp cobblestones, and the distant clatter of factory machinery.