Her remains. I almost fainted, but held myself up through sheer strength of will, gritting my teeth against the sob rising in the back of my throat.
Jennifer hurried on. “Eeny and I thought it would be best if Mrs. Hardwick stayed where she was until her daughter arrived. I hope that was all right?”
“Yes,” I said faintly. I pulled out of Eeny’s embrace and nodded at Jennifer, who looked frightened that she might have done something wrong. “Thank you, Jennifer.” I looked down the hallway at the closed door of Mama’s bedroom.
Noticing the direction of my gaze, Jackson gently settled his hand on my shoulder. “Do you want me to . . . ?”
“No,” I said. “I want a minute alone with her, if you don’t mind.”
“Of course not. Take all the time you need. I’ll call Robertson’s Funeral Home and get
