“You cannot sit here and tell me you don’t know what just happened,” I questioned Cedrick. I needed answers from him. I have tried calling Izza several times since I felt the pain in my heart. With every unanswered call, I began to lose patience with Cedrick.
“I don’t know,” his voice reeked of defeat. “When?” he shook his head as he tried to retrace every step of his life. “I just can’t…” he trailed off as he continued to stare into the distance.
“You really expect me to believe this bull sh*t.” I roared. Just then Cedrick’s eyes widened.
“Emmett… no,” he whispered.
“What?” I said in a softer tone, remembering Emmett had been his son.
“Racheal… she wasn’t the same after our son died. I mean, I wasn't the same either, but I never thought anything more of it. We had just lost our s
