Where did a man's sins end and his son's begin?

The question had haunted his adolescent years. He'd grown up in the kind of place where folk kept long memories, and it had been its own kind of Hell.

It lived in the way they watched him. In the way they watched his brother. The way whispered had a way of following them around like a constant rain cloud hanging above their head. And their mama had tried so hard to keep them on the straight and narrow. And their Vòvò had dedicated her entire life to making sure her precious grandbabies didn't end up like her only child.

He...