The war hasn't started yet. This was just the prayer.

"What is she doing here?" Terry snapped.

Back at the family house, Lucille makes breakfast. Sausage, eggs, grits. Nicole slips in the back door, wig in her pocket. Terry stares at Meech across the table. No words. Just the look between brothers who've crossed another line—and know there's no going back.

The pastor's face drained. "You wouldn't."