Not as a visitor.
As a son.
Vonetta answered in an emerald dress and looked at me like a stain on her new carpet.
""""You got out sooner than I expected.""""
""""Where's my father?""""
She sighed.
""""He was bur*ed a year ago.
C*ncer.
Fast.
It's over now.""""
""""And nobody told me?
Nobody asked if I could see him one last time?""""
Vonetta gave a faint smile.
""""Josiah, you went to prison for stealing from your father's company.
Do you really think he wanted you ruining his fun*ral?""""
""""I didn't steal anything.""""
""""You said that at trial.
Nobody believed you.""""
I tried to look past her.
My mother's portrait was gone from the hallway.
""""Let me in.
I just want to see his room.""""
""""His room doesn't exist anymore.
I remodeled it.""""
Then my stepbrother, Royce, came down the stairs, smiling like he'd been waiting for this.
""""Well, look who's back.
The ex-con came for his inheritance.""""
After three years in prison, I came home expecting nothing more than to hug my father.
