“I did not sell my daughter Andrew,” Josephine rasped in frustration.
“Right now, I am staring at the documents that prove otherwise.” Andrew scoffed. In his mind, he was thinking, how dumb does she think I am?
“Where are you?” Josephine asked instead. She knew explaining the whole thing over the phone would be tedious.
“At home, why?” Andrew wondered why she wasn't answering what he wanted to know.
“I am coming over,” she rasped and hung up, leaving him staring at the phone.
Barely thirty minutes later, he saw her drive into his compound. He walked towards the door, opened it, and waited leaning comfortably on the jamb. “You have already condemned me in your mind,” Josephine observed, gazing at her fiancée who had never felt more distant. Andrew didn't answer. Instead, he gestured
