“If only the boys hadn’t wandered off into that field of death.… If only Emma Grace had kept her brothers near her, where they belonged. That’s what Mama’s words were really saying. My eyes spilled over, teardrops bathing Mama’s penmanship, puddling her words and mottling the paper with streaks of black ink. I wadded the letter into my pocket and rushed to the front porch. At the top stair, I tossed my crutch to the ground and bottom-bumped my way down to the foundation step. Retrieving my crutc...h, I raced against the wind, into the unknown. Mind-boggling urgency drove me from Granny’s house.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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