CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
“This can’t be happening, Antonietta,” Kaya screamed into her phone that night with tears covering her face. “These people are crazy! How could they deny the protective order?”
“Calm down. What did the letter say?”
Kaya marched from her living room window and got the letter off her computer desk. “It says I didn’t show enough evidence to prove my case. That’s bullshit. I sent them records proving how much he calls me and texts of me telling him to leave me alone.” She slapped the paper on the desk. “What the f**k else do I have to do?”
“I’m sorry.”
“He’s trying to ruin my life and the law won’t help. No one cares about the little black girl being harassed.” She sat on the arm of the couch. “I’m insignificant.”
“That’s not true.”
“I don’t have a plan B. Now Seven c
