Roxanne’s first reaction was to yank her arm away from the man who’d grabbed it, nearly tripping over her own two feet. She turned to stare at the man who claimed to be her uncle. She glared at him, her arms crossed over his chest. Who is this? It didn’t make sense. He looked like Lee, but much younger, like a photograph from the past. It was his eyes really.
“This doesn’t make sense. None of this makes sense.” She reached into her pocket and pulled out the note she’d apparently left herself. “This especially doesnt make sense.” She waved it at him.