“Yes. Your aunt told Crescent before she left. In case she never made it back. And Crescent told me.” A blaze ripped through me. Odessa saw. “I know,” she said. “He should have told you. Over and over again. A child needs to be told. It’s not like Crescent to be so thoughtless. You were old enough to be told. I’m sorry, Medra.”
Exactly.
