Tessa’s POV
I stared at my father with a deep frown, not sure what to think about what he just said. My mind was still wrapping around it.
Did this mean he wasn’t going to Mom’s grave?
That was the whole point of me being here.
I couldn’t help but be disappointed.
My father sighed and placed his hands on my shoulders, giving me his most sincere look.
“I’m sorry, Kiddo,” he breathed, shaking his head in defeat. “If I finish early then we can go. But I guess the flood is really bad.”
“Why can’t she call an actual plumber?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at him.
I hadn’t meant to sound mean, but since when did my father fix plumping? He already did everything else around this town. It just didn’t seem fair that Mrs. Davis was making him fix the plumbing in her store.
“She did,” he answer
