TAMARA
All pairs of eyes turned toward the intruder, mine included. I hiccuped as I saw him enter; or was it them? For a dizzy second, I could swear there were three of him.
“Isaiah,” Ma Lucy gushed, standing up and moving quickly to hug him. But how could she hug three people at once?
Then came the sound of his rough voice, a low growl that made shivers run down my spine and sent my heart racing.
“Hello, Ma Lucy.”
I blinked several times, trying to clear the fog clouding my vision, but it didn’t help. I rubbed at my eyes, tugging at my lids until finally, the blur sharpened. It wasn’t three people. Just one.
One man. And he had walked in when the party was already over, when everyone else was gone.
“I thought you weren’t going to make it, son,” Grandma Ann spoke this time. She sat
