Chapter 50

Diya

When the police came and took me, I was tired. I knew I was innocent. Screaming or shouting was going to stop them from taking me. I would waste energy trying to get my husband to rescue me. He had shown me he wanted me to suffer. I had prayed that I would be proven innocent and my prayer was answered. I got help from the person I didn’t expect, but I took the help.

“Do you need anything?” my mom asked as we got into her house.

“No, thanks,” I shook my head, looking around. The apartment was clean and tiny. Everything seemed in place and the picture I had in my head was not the same. When Ace was telling me about her drug use, I thought she would have the worst living condition. I had misjudged her too quickly.

“Sit,” she said, fixing the couch, looking nervous. "Unless you want to stand. That's fine too."

“Oh,” I pursed my lips as I went and sat down. I had nothing to say and part of it was guilt for chasing her away. I reacted harshly to her and it was something I needed t