"Wolfe, what are we doing here?" "We're here to honor the dead and ask for forgiveness," he answered, pushing the door to the church open. We walked in and my eyes widened at the sight of Dennis' picture at the front of the church. Floral arrangements surrounded the picture and in front was an urn that I just knew held Dennis' ashes. "You killed him and brought me to his funeral?" I shrieked in disbelief. "It's hunting season, remember? Every nigga you think about having around my child will get hunted down," he calmly warned, bringing me to the front of the church.
