“Okay well then go with me.”

“Girl I’m not walking in the woods with you so I can lose my mind too.”

“For real, I dropped my bracelet and I don’t want to go back alone.” Again, I was lying. I didn’t drop my bracelet, I hid it. Before my little sister died she made me a bracelet and Yaya loved my little sister, maybe more than me. So she groaned and put on the Jesus slippers they gave us.

“Come on.”