Lucinda was quiet the rest of the time, and didn’t seem to notice when I was finished bandaging her up. After an awkward moment of silence, I decided it was best to leave her alone for the night.
Rhett and I headed to bed, but sleep wasn’t on my mind. I was abuzz with the new information; every nerve stood on end. Part of me wanted to go up and do research, but I knew it wouldn’t satisfy me. If Rhett hadn’t stopped me, I’d of tore Gran a new one.
Fear grew in my gut like a moldy fungus, tainting everything. I wanted to yell at her for everything she’d done, everything she’d ignored. Yet I was relieved Rhett had kept me here.
I climbed into bed and laid flat on my back, staring at the ceiling. I tried to calm my breathing, but all I could see was my aunt’s cut up feet. The billowing smok
