Something hard hit me in my chest. The air was still a smooth breeze in the space around me, so I knew it wasn’t the spirits.
I knew when I felt it, but to acknowledge it wasn’t easy for me. My eyes drifted to the wall for a moment as the memory of Ms. C, overhearing the conversations with Ma. And the pain she has gone through. And then on the other hand, hearing or seeing those fights from Embry’s point of view too.
“I always respected you for taking that stand. -