Kyle
“Tina, please come to my office,” I said on the receiver before hanging it up. Then I looked at the small mirror on my table to check my black eye. Not the baggy ones but the bruise I got from Ferdi, Nana’s husband, four days ago.
I expected it since I knew the couple were livid about what I did to Elisha. Nana had no strength to hurt me physically, but on our way back to New Jersey, I received an earful of scolding and blame that I truly deserved.
I would have been almost beaten to a pulp had she not stopped her husband and told him enough. I didn’t fight back, of course. I just took all the punches and beatings that Nana ended up nursing before leaving with me to see Elisha.
The main reason I had to take Nana and ask her to care for Elisha was to give us a little space. I did
