AMARI was in the middle of chopping the vegetables when she felt a presence in the apartment.
It is after five in the afternoon. Malakai will be home in an hour.
She tightened her grip on the knife. When she was finally assured of the location of the intruder, she flings the blade at the L-shaped chaise in the living room.
“You ain’t rusty, I see.”
She immediately held her head down when she saw the person holding the knife. She gulped the invisible lump in her throat. She almost wanted to shake on her boots at his commanding presence.
“What are you doing in this crappy place, Amari?”
“Mother sent me here after I was vanished from the island.”
“Yet you settled in a small town. In a small dirt in the map.”
“Yes, father.”
“Why?”
She glanced at the man. He remained seated in the c
