I flinched at my own words thrown back at me. Everything was all twisted up. I wasn’t sure what to do. Part of me wanted to strangle her for having had anything to do with The Farm to begin with. Another part of me wanted to kiss away the tears I could see forming in the corners of her eyes. I’d never felt so conflicted. Caught in the middle of two warring emotions, I stood rooted to the spot, unmoving like my limbs had been turned to stone—just like the concrete-dipped souls that decorated Mombi’s garden.
