Maxine/Fixer POV
When the old man shuffled into the room, I felt the change; the people became alert, giving him a kind of respect your seldom see, but as the man's eyes eventually looked at me, and this bright smile broke out, something in that man's eyes spoke to me, a distant memory, trying to come forward, one that was warm and fuzzy. It was not until he engulfed me in his arms and spoke softly that I knew instantly who he was. My Grandma and her twin brother had a close bond, as many twins do.
I had forgotten about him.
Lost memories of good times, amongst all the bad ones, were associated with it.
I had little memory of him before Mum died. What I have are the times we have gone fishing and spent time together. At some school holidays, I think he took me to a theme park, and onc
