"Mommy, where are we going tonight?" asked the little girl.
"We're almost there now, Persephone," the mother answered too brightly. Her lipsticked mouth grew thin and her eyes glittered.
"There's nothing here, but a bunch of old tombstones."
They got out of the sedan, then headed for a familiar tombstone. Their father and husband lay there after a hunting accident the year before.
"Why are we here, Mommy?"
"Your father wants joint custody. He gets you in the winter."