Elijah’s POV:
“Shh...She…is…m..my….mo..mom,”
As these words left her mouth, the aura of the brothel changed, with silence prevailing instead of the beat of the loud music being heard a moment ago. I witnessed for the first time the loss of will to speak and the strength to move a limb. Jumbling all the syllables I had left across the tip of my numb tongue, I uttered these words “She is what?” and there my love all drowned in tears, sat on the floor, with legs folded under her bottom, hands gripping the shoulders like tearing the flesh off and the golden locks hovering her face, getting wet in the process, uttered “She is my mom. She is my mother. Stop doing it to her,”
Her words were not just words they were a reminder and a recap of all the mysteries being held for years. The disapp
