« I promised your mom I’d look after you both, » she said. « I meant it. »
For a second, something flickered across her face.
Guilt.
« What’s wrong? » I asked.
« I promised your mom I’d look after you both.
She blinked and shook her head.
« Nothing. »
I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat.
Out on the porch, my father sat motionless, staring at my mother’s empty rocking chair like he expected her to walk back through the screen door any second.
« Has he said anything today? » I asked.
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