“I had to carry Papaw out of his room,” I pointed out.
“He must have dragged you to the doorway,” Jackson said. “We had to clear away a bunch of boards to get to you, and I could see right away that your grandfather had suffered a lot of trauma to his head.”
“But that’s impossible!”
“People do a lot of amazing things in an emergency situation,” Jackson said softly.
There was nowhere to sit down, so I eased myself onto the ground, feeling suddenly that I couldn’t stand, that my legs wouldn’t support me.
“Are you okay?” Tina asked.
I rubbed at my face with my good hand.
Noah crouched down, peering at me intently.
“Your papaw loved you,” Tina said. “He was a crazy old man, but he really, really loved you. You and Billy both. You were the world to him.”
“I know,” I said miserably.