Chapter 21
As her mother blew into the tissue, Heaven lowered herself to the cushion beside her. No matter how angry she was, she couldn’t be unsympathetic to her mother’s sadness. Despite the secrets she’d kept, her mother had always been loving. Heaven owed it to her mom to hear what she had to say. There was plenty she needed to confess; each guilt-ridden quake of her soul said as much.
Once her mother wiped her nose, she tossed the tissue into the wastebasket then gripped the book in her hands. Aged photos stared back from the pages, whispering old tales and secrets that may or may not reveal themselves.
Her mother forced her trembling lips into a shaky smile. Then she gazed at the page, trailing her hand along the ribbons and lace surrounding the pictures. The ache throbbing beneat
