AMARI
What could Emmeline be talking to my mother about? I thought as I paced back and forth on the hallway, right in front of Reanna’s room, looking at the door which remained closed.
“Calm down, son. I’m sure they’re just having a long conversation,” Dad said as he stopped me, putting his hand on my shoulder.
“What if Mom does something to her?” I asked, rubbing my hands together, nervously. I could feel myself sweat. Why do I have to look like a weak man, when I should be the one protecting her?
“Come on, your mother is not an evil villain. I’m not going to excuse her for what she’s done, but I’m sure she meant well. You know how she worries, especially after almost losing you when you were a baby. If your girlfriend couldn’t handle her, she wouldn’t have asked us to leave them al
