Chapter 5The funeral was a nightmare.
Momma fell apart, screaming and tearing her hair, and had to be sedated. Pop stared at nothing, a blank look in his eyes. Tony gave me a venomous look and refused to talk to me. Sister Marie was pale but composed, and she hugged me and then Will.
My son was very quiet. He slipped his hand into mine. “Mommy isn’t coming back anymore, is she?”
“No, my little…” I choked on the phrase. That had been Sophe’s pet name for him from the very beginning. “No, William.” Afterwards, at my parents’ house, I spoke to my father and mother. “Will you let me and William move back here?”
“Of course. Stay as long as you need to.”
“I’m putting the house on the market. I don’t want it anymore.” If I thought I could get away with it, I’d have set fire to the house and
