at it anyway. Please don’t try to find us. Tamika.
I read it once, then twice. The words swam in front of my eyes. My sister and my husband. Deshawn and I had been married for ten years. We’d had our ups and downs, but I loved him. I thought he loved me. And Tamika—she was my baby sister, the one I was supposed to protect.
I stumbled into the kitchen.continue reading …
