The following afternoon, Maya stood outside the front entrance of her apartment complex wearing a pair of jeans, black leather jacket, and matching flat shoes as she waited patiently for her husband to bring their son to visit her since Jamal had refused to hand the child over to anyone except for himself or Daniel after receiving her phone call earlier in the day. Although she'd been dreading seeing her husband after discovering what he'd done in Paris, she knew fully well that she had to confront her fears sooner or later to avoid allowing her insecurities to control her life once again. Maya was convinced that her husband would attempt to use Jamal as a scapegoat for their failing marriage once she returned to Atlanta, but she had absolutely no idea of what kind of game plan he might co
