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“What’s wrong with you and who are you talking about?” she asked. Instead of giving an answer, Darius brushed past her into the house. Safiya closed the door and turned to face him. He was pacing like a wild animal in a cage. His mouth moved with what she assumed to be expletives, but he never voiced them.
He stopped and observed her as she stood by the wall with both arms folded across her chest.
“Why are you here and not in our home? Did you need somewhere where you could go undetected?” he growled.
She placed her hands on her hips. “First, I need you to respect my dad’s house and lower your voice. We can go into my room and talk like adults. And home? Ha! That place hasn’t been a home for a couple of months now.”
“Which way?” Darius asked.
Safiya turned and went to her bedroom
