I woke up around 7 on that Sunday morning. I made sure my phone was on so that I didn't miss any calls from Steven. After an hour of lying in bed and checking my phone a thousand times, I finally decided to do a breathing exercise just to try and relax. I felt like I was about to get a panic attack. While doing the exercises, I felt better but as soon as I finished, I found myself anticipating the result of the case again. What if? What if we lose? What will I do if we lose?Although it was still early, I decided to go and take a shower just to keep my mind distracted on something else other than Yoké. When I was about to step into the shower I heard a knock on the front door. I heard Rosalie open the door. I hope that it isn't my father. When I came to the door, she was standing there with a bouquet of roses in her hand. Pink roses."Good morning ma'am." She greeted, holding the flowers towards me.I frowned moving the flowers to one side, looking for a note. There was. The flowers we

Yoké was asking me for his child. It then occurred to me that he didn’t know anything, not what happened. I had to tell him everything. It is his right to know and here he is demanding an answer.I instinctively looked around as I realized that we were in public. The officers with nothing better to do at the gate were already watching us. Dad had warned me about the public, about protecting our company and not giving people reason to doubt our assurity. What worse reason than to be here in front of a prison with an ex-convict demanding for the child that was taken away from him? A child he now wanted to meet. “Yoké, we can’t talk here.” I told him. “Let’s go to my apartment.” “I don’t want to go anywhere with you, I want to know where my child is.” His voice firm and his face still with that frown. “I know, but right now we are in publ

There were dark marks all over his back and arms. I came to sit next to him on the couch to have a better look but he began fixing his sweater. He pulled his hoody back on and sat with his arms on his thighs and his head in his hands. “Who did this to you?” I asked him. “They would have killed me if the officers didn’t walk in on time. They told me that that was going to be my last day on earth.” Yoké said. “But I’m fine.” “Do you remember their faces?” He shook his head. “It doesn’t matter-” “Yes it does, Yoké.” I told him. “I’ll report each one of them for doing this to you and make sure they never set foot outside those walls ever again. You could have died.” “Living… dead, why do you care now?” He shrugged.&n

“That’s my father coming in!” I lied. “He can’t see you here.” He sighed heavily and shook his head. “And why not?” “Come on.” “So it’s fine for him to see you and Nathan kissing but simply seeing me here is a problem?” “I’m really sorry. Come, you’ll leave through the back door.” “Why? Because you don’t want your fiancée to see me?” “What do you mean?” I asked impatiently, aware that Nathan would be on my front steps any minute now. “You are lying to me.” He said. “I know that’s not your father.” I gulped. “Look how easy it has become for you to just lie to me.” He shrugged. “I’ve seen enough of you all on

She smiled at me softly, and I smiled back. “Oh Delilah!” Mom came to break the spell. “You didn’t even come say hi to me.” “Oh Leticia!” Delilah exclaimed back. Mom took Delilah’s hand away and they walked away. I looked over at the refreshment table where I had spotted dad and Alice but they were no longer there. With my eyes, I followed mom and Delilah up the stairs and watched them enter mom’s office. “Couzie!” Francis suddenly hugged his arms around me from behind. He turned me towards him and gave me a big hug, almost leaving me breathless. “We thought you wouldn’t come!” He beamed, showing off his perfect white teeth which cost him more than 2000 dollars per tooth. “Why wouldn’t I?” “Nathan said you were