Chapter 15

She never finished high school and never worked a day in her life, and all she felt she could do was find men that would support her a while before moving on.

Her voice is devoid of all emotion through her entire speech. A little smirk plays in the corner of her mouth, and I want to rub it off her face.

“I should have listened to my parents. Pippin would have been better off without me. I know that now. But he’smy sonand I love him, no matter what anyone believes.”

I don’t know what to say. What to do. Her story explains a lot. Thrown out of the house as a teenager. No education; no support system. My heart aches for Crystal the young girl.

“But you’re an adult now. You know better,” I say, the image of little six-year-old Pippin on the stairs to their house forever burned into my memory.