Chapter Thirty-Seven: Little Timmy Haynes ( 2 )

Timmy wriggled straight out of my arms, and I fumbled to gain my balance.

His screams were echoing inside my head.

"What...did you just say?"

Bile was rising in the back of my throat and even though I knew what he was saying, I couldn't bring myself to comprehend it. I took a step back, but Timmy's wounded face froze me as if I had shot him.

"He smells'a just like my dad! That's my daddy's blood all of over him!" Timmy pointed directly at Elijah, his eyes fierce and colder than I had ever seen them. It didn't look right on his innocent face, the one I had come to cherish.

"It's his fault my momma won't stop crying! She don't love me anymore Missy, and it's all his fault for taking daddy away! She won't a talk to me at all, all she does is cry!" As his hysteric yells grew bolder, so did his tears. His hands formed fists into his shirt, it looked like he was trying to tug his own heart out with its placement.

Elijah had done this.

The faraway truth I had accepted about my brother