MURDER IN THE ORATORY
Forty
I wake up feeling tired, topsy-turvy, and with a million questions running in my head. Amidst all that, my J has his arm cuddled protectively, and romantically around my waist. I feel warm, loved, accommodated, and yeah, this is exactly how I like to feel. I hope the feeling is mutual.
It’s been two days, and even though I have been worried to death, I am happy that my brother finally came to his senses. Or should I say he came to the limelight to tell me the truth? I brought him home, and you could have seen my face. I was surprised to the core, and all I needed was to be sure that I was not seeing a ghost. I contemplated being so mad at J, but how would have that helped? I doubt it would have in any way.
He explained to me how things had happened, I
