Ayanna’s Point of view.
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Five days later
I sat down on the chair in the dressing mirror as I watched Robert trying to call me for the 100th time, he has been calling me and texting wanting to find out what happened, but I was not ready to talk to him. I decided I won't talk to him until after my father’s funeral had passed. How could he act like everything was okay when he knew who killed my brother?
I opened to him and yet he had the guts to lie to me?
I got a brush and brushed up my face just to make sure that I was okay. I finished my black hat and stood up to stretch my dress.
I wore around neck flared dress that was knee length and black stilettoes with a black hat that had a net in the front that only covered my eyes enough for me to see.
I swallowed hard as I pick
