CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIVE: COLLISIONNOVA POVThe funeral was small. Pathetic, really. It was just me, Sam, the boys, and three people I didn't recognize who'd probably known my godmother from the bar or her dealer's circle.The pastor said generic things about eternal rest and God's mercy. I stood there holding Phoenix's hand while Asher clung to Sam's leg, both boys confused about why we were looking at a box in the ground."Is Grandma in there?" Phoenix had asked earlier."She wasn't your grandma, baby," I'd said, my throat tight. "She was... someone who took care of Mama a long time ago."It was the kindest way I could describe a woman who'd starved me, housed me, and ultimately sold me out for drug money. But she was dead now, and speaking ill of the dead felt petty.After the burial, we drove to her house which is a small, run-down place on the edge of town that smelled like cigarettes and piss. The landlord had given me a week to clear out her belongings before he rented it
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