come out wrong, they go back to God.”
I felt the words sink through me.
“Who told you that?”
“Grandma.”
“When?”
He shrugged, but his chin trembled.
“After the hospital.”
I lowered myself beside him, ignoring the ache in my back. “Quincy, I need you to tell me what you remember.”
He dug his fingers into the soil.
“I remember Mommy screaming.”
The backyard went
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