“Me again,” I say quietly to the empty cemetery where my parents are always willing to listen to me, even if no one else is. “I came here to snitch on Dad,” I quip, looking at my mother’s name etched into the marble headstone. I sit on top of my suitcase to avoid the cold ground. “He used to hide stashes of candy for me all over the house. He made me promise I wouldn’t tell you, but I think you suspected after I spent one too many nights bouncing off the walls from a sugar rush.”
