From Holt With Promise by Brittany Taylor Read Free Books Chapter 21
TWENTY-ONE HOLT “These goddamn motherfuckers never learn,” my father spits, his eyebrows slanted in anger. He brushes the dead leaves resting on top of our mother’s headstone before taking a step back. “It’s fall, Dad. Leaves die. They fall. That’s nature,” Julianna mutters beside me. She sniffs, the brisk, fall air nipping at her nose,