"Mama, tell us," Faith said, her voice quiet as if speaking too loudly would wake the dead. "Tell us about Jaris, and Julia—and Carey. We want to know."
Cordia drew in a deep breath through her nose and nodded. "But not here." Silently, she walked out of the little cemetery and over to some trees. She kept walking until she'd reached a pond, and Hope imagined this was the one she used to run to whenever Jaris and Carey were chasing her. Finding a shady spot beneath a tree, Cordia fanned out her skirts and lowered herself to the ground, her daughters doing the same. And then, she began to tell them a story of the ones she'd loved, and the ones she'd lost, during the war.