CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Three Days Later
Osana took her shades off and scanned the patrons of the cozy coffee shop.
An older, medium-built black man sipped from a mug in the back booth at the corner window as Osana approached him.
“Hey.” Fifty-nine-year-old Teddy Spears smiled with his shades perched in his kinky, salt and pepper hair. “How you doing?” He stood and kissed her cheek. “Haven’t seen you since your birthday party.”
“You can’t be surprised, right?” She sat across from him. “After what you’ve done to the family.”
He ate a piece of coffeecake with thick glaze. “Am I ever gonna live that down?”
“I still can’t wrap my head around how you could scheme against Anthony all those years. Your own brother. And, Georgia is your niece, and you hid that she was Anthony’s real daughter. I’ll
