Deep lines carved across Phelps Lawson's face as he furrowed his brow.

"And where's Jessica?"

All eyes turned to Timothy, waiting for an answer.

How could Jessica not come home for such an important family holiday?

Still bristling, Timothy muttered, "She went back to her hometown."

Sallie's voice snapped, "Doesn't she know today is for honoring our ancestors?"

"That's right, Timothy. She married into the Lawson family. She's one of us now. How can she skip it?"

Naylor Lawson, Timothy's father, looked equally displeased.

Timothy glanced around with a frosty edge in his voice. "And where's Rebekah?"

piped up quickly, "My mom

grabbed Nola's arm. "Don't butt

cold snort. "If Rebekah can go home to

her lips shut, silently cursing her own

home. Jessica's folks are all gone. What's the

family left, but

their bickering. Visiting the graves mattered more than squabbling, and he had no time to hash things out with

set out for

family plot, everyone gathered solemnly around the headstones, waiting for Phelps to give the signal so they could pay their

turned to face them. "Where

fell as the Lawsons

his cane on the ground in frustration. "I asked, where are the offerings? Don't tell me the great Lawson

handled the arrangements for the memorial. The others had

care of it before. I just assumed she'd do it again this

chest in anger,

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