“His death broke the cold snap.”
“Times were different,” I say finally. “People minded their business then.”
I felt something inside me I’d never felt before, and I let out a scream that climbed Devil’s Backbone, then dropped to the hollers where it stilled the deer. It felt like someone had taken out my heart, torn it in half, and put it back in.
Onan sees himself as a child, playing with his truck in the red clay of the hill. He sees Rochelle. He sees little Rochelles. He sees a little boy who looks exactly like him, playing with trucks in a sandlot, about to make the same mistake he did.