While Wyatt rocked beside his sister’s body, the police officer and the preacher had squeezed his sixteen-year-old mind until something broke. You’re the reason she’s dead. Your prints are on the gun, too. Who do you think people will believe? A Branson or a preacher? A Branson or the town’s top cop? A Branson or the Blue House brothers? We can protect you or we can take you down.
Oh no, not Saint Daddy 🙄
