replied.
“Your father died believing you were a disgrace.”
The words hit me square in the chest, but I didn’t move.
Grace raised her phone.
“If you set one foot inside this house, I’ll call the police. And with your record, Michael, it won’t take much to send you back to prison.”
She slammed the door in my face.
I didn’t yell.
I didn’t cry there.
I walked to the local cemetery because my father had always said he wanted to be buried beside my mother. I needed to see
