Chapter 39: In the MoodNoah woke me at just after three.
Papa said to get up, he signed. It’s getting late.
I wiped sleep from my eyes. Noah was already dressed for the visitation. His hair was slicked back from his forehead. His pants and shirt were neatly pressed in a way that only Jackson Ledbetter could manage or even want.
Are you okay, Daddy?
I nodded.
Are you sure?
Of course, I signed.
He regarded me with distrustful blue eyes, and I saw, with astonishment, a bit of acne on his forehead.
I was scared, he admitted.
Scared of what?
The tornado…
It’s okay now.
You went away.
No, I didn’t.
Yes, you did. You went away, but Jesus told you it wasn’t time yet, so you came back. That’s what Father G said. Why did you go away?
I wasn’t sure how to answer this.
I didn’t mean to
