“I’m sick to death of hearing how the issue is complicated.” Bold. Brazen. “The issue is actually quite simple: there has to be a break with the past, there has to be retribution.” The candlelight might have caught, or caused, the tears that were suddenly standing in her eyes. “Nothing breaks without violence, Aunt Lorraine. There’s no retribution without blood.” Her eyes shifted toward me. Shifted back. “This is exactly why we’re going to Birmingham.”
