Lilacs

Southampton

Meg had found solace beneath the lilac bushes in the backyard. She hadn’t come here for years, though when she was smaller, on occasion, she would hide here. The sound of shouting from the house had driven her outside, and even though she knew it was for a good cause, the idea that someone else was being punished for what she had done was enough to make her sick to her stomach.

She was fairly certain Kelly would find her soon, though she was still supposed to be studying with Ms. Cunningham. The sound of her uncle berating Wilma downstairs, and then obviously striking her, had sent Meg running down the back stair case. Ms. Cunningham was young and inexperienced—nothing like Ms. Strickland—and whenever Meg ran or hid from her, she never bothered to go hunt her down.

A few minutes later, Meg watched as Wilma came through the back door, her tattered garment bag in one hand, the hand of her young daughter, Angelina, in the other. Even f