Tina POV
Standing in the hot sun on the laundry line hanging clothes that Saintilia had just washed. I couldn't help thinking how I wished I was like her. Life here with my niece was not so bad. She was a good girl and never complained. She was obedient, hard working and boy could she cook. So young and yet so together. Saintilia was the polar opposite of me. Everything she did was always with optimism no matter how difficult.
It's been six months since she was brutally violated and we had yet to learn who it was. My heart ached for her but she showed no sign of stress. We never talked about what happened. I figured if she wanted to talk about it, she would have started a conversation with me.
From the corner of my eyes I noticed a shadow by the mango tree. I glanced over to be sure of
