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to play I would. I wasn’t going to sit back and be put down by him anymore. He was the one who nearly creamed his pants in a cemetery while I fondled his cock.
    He cut his gaze away and threw the SUV in reverse.
    I smiled. That’s what I thought.

    The walk up the driveway of my old home, the place where I laid my head from the time I was nine to sixteen didn’t seem as long as the walk down the aisle to see my mother’s body. Walking inside didn’t make me as emotional as I thought it would either. Looking into the house that was practically identical to how it was when I left, I expected there to be more, to feel more about everything, but I supposed I was probably tapped out in the emotion department.
    “Oh Rhett, y’all made it!” My mother’s sister, Gina, came running up, wrapping her middle-aged arms around Rhett. She didn’t look much different either. Her hair was still dyed bright red and she hadn’t gotten that front tooth she lost some years ago, replaced. It was hard to remember that my mother came from a family of poor rednecks because of how much she tried to distance herself from them.
    “And oh my word!” She pressed a worn hand to her chest. “Is this her?” She looked from me to Rhett to me again.
    “What do you think, Aunt Gina?”
    “Well, hell I’d remember those eyes anywhere!” She stepped up to me and jerked me against her chest. “Faye Jean I never thought I’d see you again!” I could smell the weed on her skin and for a moment I was tempted to ask her if she would want to head out back and smoke one. If I coupled it with the little bit of coke I had left in my purse, it would probably be enough to get me through this horrid shin-dig.
    “I didn’t think I’d be seeing you again either,” I said blandly.
    She pulled back and raked her dark eyes up and down my body. Eyes that were so much like mine. All of the Turner girls had the same eyes. Some sort of dominant gene that didn’t land on my mom’s only brother.
    “Jessica really did a number on you didn’t she?”
    I frowned and cocked my head in shock—that being the last thing I ever expected her to say about my mom. I figured she, along with everyone else, would have some damning choice words for me.
    Tears pooled in her eyes making them glassy. “But you’re back. You’re here now and I love you just like I did before you left.” She pulled me back into a hug. My chin brushed the top of her ear. She was barely five foot tall, making my five foot five frame seem giant. Tears pressed at the back of my eyelids, a sense of relief filtering through my system.
    My mom’s family hadn’t wanted her to marry Taylor Hale, they didn’t believe that money equaled happiness, but she had done it anyway. It was nice to feel like I finally had an ally.
    “Tell me what you’ve been up to honey,” Gina said, guiding me toward the couch in the living room, the white leather couch—the one where I had bared my heart to Rhett four years ago and he had turned me down.
    “I—”
    A cold hand touched the back of my arm. “We’re going to head on into the den, that’s where the rest of the family is,” Sarah said quietly. Her face was puffy and red from the crying in the car, but she had quieted down once Rhett had taken her hand in his. I’d watched with disgust as he swiped his thumb lovingly over her pale flesh.
    I nodded and turned back to Gina. “Well, I’ve—”
    What I would say would never be known because more people joined us in the living room, people with loud country accents and too much wine in their bellies already. My mother’s other two sisters, Betty and Luna, and her brother, Georgie.
    “Gina have you tried some of that wine they got in there? I swear it’s like that thirty year aged shit.” Betty raised her glass sloppily, spilling some on the plush white carpet. If my mom had been alive she would be shrieking at all of them and pushing them out the front door. A bubble of laughter escaped my