“You were brave to do this,” Jasmine said one evening as we sat in her living room, the glow of the lamp casting a warm light around us.
“I think I’m just angry,” I replied, running my fingers through my hair. “Angry and scared.”
But I had to push through the fear. I had been given a second chance, and I would not let it slip away. I watched the news reports, saw Alvin’s face turn pale as the allegations surfaced. Tiana’s smug expression began to waver, and it filled me with a sense of satisfaction.
The Last Blow
It was an ordinary evening when I received a phone call that would change everything. I had just settled in with a cup of tea, the television flickering softly in the background. Jasmine was in the next room, sorting through costumes for the upcoming play. My phone buzzed on the table, and I glanced at the caller ID, my heart skipping a beat.
It was Alvin.
“Naomi,” he said, his voice shaky, “we need to talk.”
“Talk about what?” My voice was flat, refusing to give him any power.
