Miss Amelia smiles. "Good." She flips the page on the photo album. "This is Trevor, Kevin's father." She says, showing a good looking man, who looked lost and alone. Kevin is standing next to him, a haunted look in his eyes. "That man tried, but Kevin was always a Mama's boy." She tsks and shakes her head. "But they always tended those roses. They're still there. The house is vacant, but the roses are tended, by people in the church."

The house is Kevin's. He's not sure what to do with it, yet. It's something he needs to think about for the future.

"Oh, here's my four grandsons." She taps a picture with four formidable looking young men, along with a covered and older Kevin. He looks a little more comfortable in his skin. The photo's only a year or two old. "That's Jacob, Mike, Tom, and Gabe." She smiles at the photo. "All four are police officers." She says, proudly. "Well, Gabe is a trainer for the Atlanta Police Academy." She nods to the kitchen. "Tom'll be home after his shift. Gabe's not going to be here tonight, unfortunately." He has to stay at the academy.