Vanessa was sitting on the front porch with her belongings beside her; stuffed into an old duffle bag or gathered into a blanket. She sat rocking, her mind racing with all that her grandmother had told her.
The tears that ran down her cheeks went unnoticed as Vanessa tried to wrap her mind around the fact that her aunt had stolen from her mother. But almost as bad was that her grandmother had seemed to blame her for not knowing.
Thankfully grandma hadn't followed her outside. When Vanessa had dragged her belongings to the porch she'd left her parting shot; that one day she hoped she'd understand …
Vanessa cradled her head feeling lost, feeling manipulated, but worse feeling stupid. How could grandma let her go living with them knowing what Callista had done?! She should have told her then! How was it her fault that she'd shown love to people that were supposed to be her family? Grandma seemed to think that she should have just hated them because she was told to do so.