Chapter 29: Loyalties Torn
Pauly’s POV.
“You think she’ll be here?” Eleanor asks me, her hand tight in mine.
She was a stark contrast against all of the rusted metal of the trailer park. The once pristine park didn’t survive the waging wars of its occupants. Shells of old battered trailers sat like dried-up husks among the weeds.
“She’ll be here.” I was disgusted that this was our inheritance. That this is where they came and found my sister. That this is the place my mother refused to leave. “She’ll never leave.”
My mother’s trailer wasn’t any different from the last time I saw it almost two years ago. Boarded-up windows that had been shattered. Like sharp shards of glass, I could recall each fight that caused the broken panes. Rotted plants lined the bottom of the trailer, leftover evidence of failed attempts of my sister trying to produce a green thumb. The stairs were broken. Cracked. Barely useable.