Chapter Six
The sounds of moaning, of grunting, of cursing follow me into my dreams. They turn into demons and angels, pleasure and pain—into a man with golden-brown eyes and sharp words.
The next morning I take a little extra time doing my hair and makeup. A strong woman looks back at me, pretty and confident—like the portrait of my mother that hung over the fireplace. Except at my age she had been in college and wearing a promise ring from my father. Today I’m going to visit Uncle Landon to find out what happened to my house, on the outside looking in to my own life.
Shoving the key and cash into my back pocket, I head out the door.
And stop in my tracks.
A sleek black limo idles in the center of the parking lot, the gleaming black stark against the backdrop of cracked concrete and
