I drove the Range Rover across town. Traffic was such a beast. I knew trouble was brewing. I just didn’t know how to quench the fire slowly beginning to burn.
Why did Dwayne call with a private number?
Why didn’t he leave a voicemail?
Oh, I just realized my voicemail was full and I didn’t delete the old voicemails. I was tired of telemarketers calling. I had so many questions that needed answers. Never in my wildest dreams did I think my husband would find out about my private property. I decided to call my sister to tell her.
I needed to cover my tracks, and she was the only other person who knew about the house. It was in her name. She answered on the third ring, she sounded tired, as if she had been asleep, and I woke her up.
“Hey,” I said.
“What’s up?” She answered tiredly.
“There has been a small bust,” I informed her. I could not contain my emotions anymore. They were a mixture of anger, shock and pain. I was angry because the situation could have been avoided. I…
