It's almost eight years since the war, ten years to the very day since they had walked into the house on a rainy night. Next week would have been Mahlakyane's 16th birthday! And now here she stand's watching her oldest foster child pack his bags.
"You don't HAVE to do this Kyne."
Turning towards her, a smile on his face, but Sheara can see through it to the hurt and pain beneath. "I do, Ma. It's better this way. I'm coming off-age next week. If I stay, he'll never know peace."
"And what about my peace?"
"The Uber's here." It was Darius this time. His eyes flashed between his wife and the son they had raised for the last eight years. He could sense the sadness in them both. The boy is turning into a strong man. It was no wonder his father had decided to send him off to military school o
