Vonetta blocked the doorway.
""""If you ever set foot on this property again, I'll call the police.
With your record, that won't end well for you.""""
The door closed with a soft click.
I didn't shout.
I walked to Elmgrove Cemetery, where my father always said he wanted to rest beside my mother.
An elderly groundskeeper stopped me under the cypress trees.
""""Who are you looking for, son?""""
""""Clayton Kemp.
His wife says he's bur*ed here.""""
The old man looked at me sadly.
""""You're Josiah.
Aren't you?""""
""""How do you know my name?""""
He glanced toward the gate and lowered his voice.
""""Because your father asked me to give you this if you ever came looking for him.""""
After three years in prison, I came home expecting nothing more than to hug my father.
