authors note & prologue
A NOTE TO MY READERS
Hello,
I just wanted to say thank you from me to you for your love and support. You may know me as your w*****d author, (@rebeccaaaclark) on w*****d, and I have to say that each and everyone of y’all who picks up one of my books, truly means a lot to me. I can’t express the love y’all have given me ever since my writing journey has started, and I pray each day I continue my dream job as your author. I love each and every one of you, my readers, my fans, my supporters. I look forward to continuing sharing more creative stories with y’all. Once again, I appreciate all of you, y’all are the reason why I should never give up on my dreams.
Sincerely,
Becca
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Ryan’s POV:
I was sitting during an ongoing trial, while I watched my brother’s best friend David, being questioned by Marisa Anderson, my not so called friend. She was asking so many questions, and David was answering them the best he can. He looked scared, he looked like he was hiding something. But the only way to find out was to let God do the job. I have always grown up in a Christian home. My parents, my brother Jacob Morgan, and I always went to church every single Sunday morning. Mom would make a great homemade meal after church was over. I remember she would make the best meatloaf and mashed potatoes. Mom loved me, Jacob and our father. She always had me to take care of Jacob when my mother and father would sometimes get drunk. I never really understood why. I guess it was because I was misunderstood. When I would pray at night, asking God to answer my prayers, I would just think and say, will he really hear me from afar? I understand that I grew up in a church, read the Bible, and sang worship songs
But until one day, mom and dad were sentenced to life. I was fifteen years old when all of this happened. Jacob was ten. I overheard David, as Marissa was telling him to tell her what happened after Jacob had an argument with his girlfriend, Izza. He got silent. “Mr. Jared, please answer the question,” Judge Judith said. I continued to shake my leg, while biting my fingernails. I was feeling nervous. But isn’t Jacob looking nervous as well? I noticed he was swearing, when all I knew was that God would give Jacob justice.
