Chapter Twenty-FourSea Scope: Present day
I felt anger rise in me. Clutching the note, I told my mother, “Come downstairs. I'm going to get to the bottom of this.”
I headed for the kitchen, Mother trailing behind me sniffling.
As we entered the room, the smell of grits, bacon, and coffee awakened my hunger, but I wouldn't let it stop me in my mission.
Wanda stood over the stove humming as she stirred a frying pan. Aunt Julie was next to her placing slices of bread in the toaster.
“Oh, good. You're both here,” Julie said. “Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes.”
“What's going on?” I asked. “Didn't you speak with her?” My eyes focused on Wanda who kept mixing the concoction in the pan.
“I did, Sarah, and she has nothing to do with it. I know Wanda well enough to see she's telling t
