“Step away from that bastard Jessica,” he whispered. “I know you have a good heart. All this crazy s**t and confusion is over. You’re with me from now on.”
I rose to my feet and collapsed into Achim’s arms. He held me tight, driving me into his hard chest. For the first time in a long time, everything made sense. This was divine providence. Achim had come to rescue me from myself. I had gotten myself lost in this silent war. He loved me enough to seek me out and trust that I could be saved. He was a black man that valued me when I saw no value in him. He stayed with me when I tried my best to run away from him. I had been a black woman looking all over for better, only to find my better, in who I really am as a black woman. My tears changed from tears of grief to tears of thankfulness. Te
