Abigail.
My stomach dropped. I didn't want to believe the report but hearing Meemaw's panicked voice only told me the reports were right all along. A lone tear streaked down my cheek and I wiped it off angrily.
"Why wouldn't you tell me?" I demanded, clamping down the anger rising through my veins.
"What's wrong?" Gramps' voice boomed in the background. "Marissa, what happened to Abigail?"
"She knows," Meemaw whispered, "She knows about Hugo and Isabella."
I pressed my palm against my mouth, trying to muffle the sob clawing up my throat. Annette's hand gripped my shoulder.
"Why? Why did you tell me it was an accident? Why did you fucking lie to me for fifteen years?"
"Oh, Mellia," Meemaw sighed, her voice growing thick with tears. "We had to. We had to, baby."
