I shut Imani’s bedroom window and walked into her dark room, trying to find the light switch. This place was so f*****g big, and I had only been here a couple times. I didn’t know where these rich people hid their switches because it wasn’t on the f*****g wall.
Jamming my shin into the corner of the bed, I stifled a grunt and continued through the room. All I wanted to do was scoop Imani into my arms and hug her. After Mom … after she had done what she had … I … I … I wanted to see Imani.
A couple moments later, Imani shoved the door open, stormed into the room, and slammed it behind her, turning the light on and locking the door. She clenched her jaw, her fiery brown eyes angry, and twirled around. When she saw me, the anger dropped from her face and was replaced with surprise.
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