HUMMING an upbeat song and tossing the keys between her hands, Becca walked towards the door of her apartment.
It was past eight o’clock in the evening on a Friday night. She went out of the office a little late and she had a hold up on her way home due to the build-up of traffic along the way.
She closed the front door and immediately double locked the door when she got inside. She almost staggered on her feet when she saw the people in the small living room of the unit.
Her brother, Jake, is standing near the window. He is leaning on the wall. While Mira is on the couch sitting comfortably in her beautiful self.
“What’s going on here?” She asked. Even from where she stands, she could feel the tension between them.
“Who is she?” Her brother asked with disdain.
“Tell that pup to s
