—Grandma was on the phone, saying that after that everything would be alright. That you weren’t going to send anyone else.
Trevor let out a strange sound, a kind of muffled growl, as if a part of him was finally beginning to recognize the full picture of the monster he had protected all his life.
“Who was he talking to?” the pastor asked.
Emma denied it again.
-I don’t know.
But he said “the children”.
And she said, “Mom is no good.”
And he said, “When Trevor sees everything clearly, he’s going to thank me.”
Those words echoed through the room and struck my husband directly.
I saw him turn white, not from sadness, but from the disgusting shock of discovering that his mother’s manipulation never ended with him.
She had even used her sonly love as a future alibi to murder her grandchildren and then sell herself as a savior.
Trevor’s aunt started to cry.
Melissa, the unbearable cousin who always defended Miriam because “strong women are misunderstood,” sat down abruptly as if her legs had been cut off.
Nobody said anymore that Emma was fantasizing.
