"RoughCoin.. Shakur.".
The name rolled off my lips in a panicked whisper, almost involuntarily. The moment felt surreal, with the air in the room thick and suffocating. My mother stood by the kitchen door, obviously unaware of what was going on. With her face calm but questioning.
Of course, my mother didn’t know who RoughCoin was. How could she? She had only ever heard his name in passing, and never realizing the storm that name had brought into my life.
But my father?
The look on his face sent shivers down my spine. His fear was palpable, and his posture stiff. His hands visibly trembling ever so slightly as he gripped the door handle.
A man who had ruled his own household with quiet authority now stood frozen, clearly out of his depth.
And then there was Faizal, standing at our d
