face. “Are you sure, baby?”
He nodded, frantic. “He said people were going to take care of it. His voice was scary, Mama. Not like Daddy.”
My first instinct was denial. To explain it away. To tell myself this was a misunderstanding.
But memories surfaced uninvited.
Quasi insisting everything be in his name.
Quasi increasing his life insurance policy.
Late-night continue reading …