Check out part 6 of my new serial novella
“What do you mean by you think he’s dead, go see the doctor” I urged Boma
“He is, I’m sure, I’m sorry, I just can’t believe it.”
“I’m on my way.”
There really wasn’t much I could do when I got there except try to comfort his weeping mother and promise to visit. Turns out it was a hit and run.
I mean, I understand human beings have a flight or fight response, but people should accept the consequences for their action.
And the timing?!!!
There’s just something spooky about all of this, and I need to figure it out before I lose my mind. So much has happened today that I almost don’t want to go to work tomorrow but what choice do I have?
I only want to cuddle up to Kefe and be grateful for what I have.
My sweet husband understands.
My paranoia is acting…
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