“You didn’t evict Erika.” My eyes fall shut, fingers digging into the rough canvas of the cushion as the air rushes from my lungs, leaving behind a heavy ache. “No,” I whisper, still unable to look at her. “You were so good to her.” My nose scrunches as her words crumble into a heavy sob. All I can offer is a nod as I let my lids lift and my eyes take in what I now recognize as journals strewn all around her. Erika’s journals. I’d see her writing on the porch sometimes, but they hadn’t crossed my mind beyond that. Tabitha’s hands clench into tight fists, the sound of her hollow whimpers like
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