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Prologue
Kimba
Two Years Before Present
Is there anything sadder than a daddy’s girl at her father’s
funeral?
My mother’s quiet sniffs a few seats
down give me the answer.
A grieving widow.
“He was a good man,” someone in the
long line of mourners offering condolences whispers to her.
Mama’s head bobs with a tearful nod.
In this day and age, she still wears a pillbox hat and veil. It’s black and
chic like Mama, channeling tragic Jackie Kennedy or Coretta Scott King. My
father was not just a good man. He was a great
man, and everyone should know he leaves behind a widow, grieving deeply, but
ever-fly. I squeeze the funeral program between my fingers, glaring at the
printed words.
Joseph Allen leaves behind a wife, Janetta, three children,
Kayla, Keith and Kimba, and six grandchildren.
He leaves behind.
Daddy’s gone, and I don’t know how to
live in a world my father does not inhabit. The casket is draped with
sweet-smelling flowers in the center of the funeral tent. When we leave the
cemetery, it…he will be lowered into
the ground with unfathomable finality, separated from us by white satin lining,
six feet of dirt and eternity.
Kayla, my older sister, sobs softly at the end of our
family’s row. Her four children watch her carefully, probably unused to seeing
their unshakeable mother shaken and reduced to tears. Even I’d forgotten how
she looks when she cries—like she’s mad at the wetness streaking her cheeks,
resentful of any sign of weakness.
It’s not weak to cry, Daddy used to say. It’s human.
“But doesn’t the Bible say even the
rocks will cry out?” I’d challenged him when I was young, loving that something
from Sunday school took. “So maybe tears aren’t just for humans.”
“You’re getting too smart for your
britches, little girl,” he’d said, but the deep affection in his eyes when he
kissed me told me he was pleased. He liked that I asked questions and taught me
to never accept bullshit at face value.
I miss you, Daddy.
Not even a week since his heart
attack, and I already miss him so much.
Humanity blurs my vision, wet and hot and stinging my eyes. I want
this to be over. The flowers, the well-dressed mourners, the news cameras stationed
at a distance they probably deem respectful. I just want to go to the house
where my parents raised us, retreat to Daddy’s study and find the stash of
cigars that only he and I knew about.
Don’t tell your mother, he used to whisper conspiratorially.
This will be our little secret.
Mama hated the smell of cigars in the
house.
“Tru.”
Who would call me by that name? Now,
when the only people who use it, my family, are all preoccupied with their own
pain? A tall man stands in front of me, his thick, dark brows bunched with
sympathy. I don’t know him. I would remember a man like this, who stands strong
like an oak tree. A well-tailored suit molds his powerful shoulders. Dark
brown, not quite black, hair is cut ruthlessly short, but hints at waves if given
the chance to grow. His prominent nose makes itself known above the full,
finely sculpted lips below. His eyes are shockingly vivid—so deep a blue
they’re almost the color of African violets against skin like bronze bathed in
sunlight. No, a man like him you’d never forget. Something niggles at my
memory, tugs at my senses. I’d never forget a man who looked like this, a man with eyes like that…but what about
a boy?
“Ezra?” I croak, disbelief and
uncertainty mingling in the name I haven’t uttered in years.
It can’t be.
But it is.
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About Kennedy Ryan
A RITA® Award Winner, Wall Street
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Author, Kennedy Ryan writes for women from all walks of life, empowering them
and placing them firmly at the center of each story and in charge of their own
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organizations, but has a special passion for raising Autism awareness.The
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