“Look, Jake, I know I’ve been a shitty daughter. I’ve tried like hell over the years to form some kind of relationship with y’all, but it’s kind of hard when everyone disapproves of every single one of my life choices.”
“That’s not what I was talking about.”
“Oh…”
I hear something in the distance and look back at the farmhouse to see Prim bounding across the yard.
“Looks like Prim escaped her chores,” I say.
But as Prim draws closer, I notice her face is lined with worry, and her usual bright eyes are dark.
She knows.
My stomach threatens to turnover at the thought of being confronted by a heartbroken Prim. I try like hell to remain composed and not totally break down.
“Tammy, Jake!” she calls, red-faced and out of breath.
“W-w-what is it?” I stutter.
Prim comes to a stop and doubles over from running at full speed. Her hands are anchored on her thighs as she pants out her words. “It’s Momma! She fell!”
I launch into action, my body going into autopilot and sprinting towards the farmhouse at full speed. Jake’s already a full ten paces ahead of me.
Be okay, momma. Please, be okay.
