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I kick at a dirt spot near the grave, dark earth flying in the other direction.

“Knock it off,” Zhanna says, her voice quiet.

Zhanna’s ex-husband and my mom look at me. Mom frowns and Bryant casts an expression that says we’ll talk about this later.

Mom kneels down to my father’s dark gray headstone and picks at a few weeds. “Zin...