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 went to visit

immediately grabbed Nola's arm. "Don't

gave a cold snort. "If Rebekah can go

lips shut, silently cursing her

with embarrassment. "Rebekah has family back home. Jessica's folks are all gone. What's the point of

dropped to a chill. "No family left, but the graveyard's still

go," Phelps cut in, slamming the brakes on their bickering. Visiting the graves mattered more than squabbling, and

out for

plot, everyone gathered solemnly around the headstones, waiting for Phelps to give the signal so

Phelps turned to face them. "Where are the

as

in frustration. "I asked, where are the offerings? Don't tell me the

family, she had always handled the arrangements for the memorial. The others had simply left it to her every

coloring his voice. "Jessica always took care of it before. I just assumed she'd do it again this

in anger,

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