The linoleum slid beneath my feet as I ducked into the hallway, Mama’s voice chasing me. “Where are you going—?” “Home.” I turned back to her, my tears still hot, lashes still wet. I couldn’t help but grin.“I forgot something.” “The casserole?” she teased, and I shook my head. “No.” A feeling of rightness settled warm and soft around my heart. “My goddamn family.”
