I watched Auntie B leave through the same door that Uncle Wes found the picture on. They wouldn’t show us what they saw, but after momma slapped Auntie B; I knew it was something bad.
My mom was angry at her sister a lot lately. I didn’t understand it, and every time I asked, she’d say it was adult stuff like I was some baby.
“Where is Lulu?” I stood from the couch, glaring at both my mother and father. Brody wasn’t my real dad, but he was the only dad I ever knew. He loved me, and I loved him. Momma said that was enough, but I still wondered about my real dads.
They were buried back where Auntie B and Wes lived back in Crimson River, but mom never tells me what happened. Just that they were here, and now they’re not, but they would have loved us.
Momma walked over towards me, knee
