Travis opened the side door to enter the farmhouse, calling, “Heya, everyone.”
Music filtered back to him, some of Mama’s preferred classical strings. She turned from the kitchen sink, and it looked like the movement took a lot of effort. She washed something in the running water as her face brightened.
“Hello, son,” she said, her voice rusty and misused.…
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