TONYA HAD ALREADY EXPERIENCED a lot of heartaches and confusing things in her life before. Like the time in her kinder when someone picked her up from her auntie's house and brought her to the orphanage. That had taken a long while to recover from. Waking up every day together with other kids who were basically strangers wasn't exactly what a good childhood is about. Questioning herself over and over about why her aunt gave her away never ended in just twenty-four hours.
This felt pretty much like that situation.
Fire was keeping a secret, and the quizzing just won't stop.
The rain was still falling from the dark sky like it was being poured from a pitcher. Taking her last few steps home, she stopped right before the apartment door, whispering to herself, "Brave it..."
How was she
