"What is she doing here?" A woman who looked to be in her late thirties frowned as soon as she saw me.
She had short black curls and a heavy load of make up. She would have been pretty if she hadn't decided to cake her face with so much beauty products.
She was tall and slim but not really a model shaped kind of physique. She chewed and popped bubblegum with careless abandon.
"Not now, Catherine." Uncle Pete merely said, leading me further into his living room.
His house was beautiful and spoke of wealth too.
I had spent ten days in the hospital trying to get better. The doctor had refused to discharge me until he was sure my blood pressure was back to normal.
I was still hurting and mourning the miscarriage of the baby I would never meet but I had tried not to stress m
