Even though I didn’t tell her to call the police, even though I didn’t tell Marcel to have that much weed, even though I was just a child when all this went down… Gracie blamed me. Something about seeing her son in handcuffs made Gracie forget all about what he did. All that anger that she had for him? She turned around and gave it to me the day of his sentencing. When I was a child, I thought Gracie loved me. And maybe she did. But, despite everything, she surely loved Marcel more.
