CHAPTER 25

Sutton Some of my earliest memories were of Mad Max coming to our little trailer and playing with me when my mama was sick. I don’t remember what ailed her specifically. But I do remember her laying in her bed and staring at the wall—often for days at a time. Max brought me some cheap toys from the local dollar store. I remember a plastic tea set specifically because he would sit on my worn carpet in his motorcycle club clothes. I remember adoring the brilliant colors of his tattoos and...