PART 3 Jenna snatched the folder from his hands. “Broke in? That’s a little dramatic, don’t you think?” I looked at her. “Did you see the photographs?” “I don’t need photographs. I know my parents.” “Then you should have no trouble believing what they did.” She flipped through the pages impatiently until she reached the…

PART 3 I knew every inch of that land. I’d walked those fields as a little girl behind my mother. I’d picked pecans there in the autumn. I’d watched Mrs. Henrietta Lockridge sit on her porch with a blanket over her knees, even when the weather was warm, simply because she liked watching the birds.…

PART 3 Mason suddenly grabbed my wrist. “Mommy, we have to leave.” I dropped to my knees beside him. His little body was trembling so violently that his teeth were chattering. “Of course, sweetheart. We’re going home. You’re safe now.” “No.” He shook his head frantically. “Not home.” I stared at him. “What do you…

PART 3 Jenna snatched the folder from his hands. “Broke in? That’s a little dramatic, don’t you think?” I looked at her. “Did you see the photographs?” “I don’t need photographs. I know my parents.” “Then you should have no trouble believing what they did.” She flipped through the pages impatiently until she reached the…

PART 3 I knew every inch of that land. I’d walked those fields as a little girl behind my mother. I’d picked pecans there in the autumn. I’d watched Mrs. Henrietta Lockridge sit on her porch with a blanket over her knees, even when the weather was warm, simply because she liked watching the birds.…

PART 3 Mason suddenly grabbed my wrist. “Mommy, we have to leave.” I dropped to my knees beside him. His little body was trembling so violently that his teeth were chattering. “Of course, sweetheart. We’re going home. You’re safe now.” “No.” He shook his head frantically. “Not home.” I stared at him. “What do you…