008 — AUNT OPHELIA, CAUGHT RED-HANDED

AMANI

Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me. And I swear on my dead son, I will never allow another man to fool me more than once.

It’s the next day and I’m currently staring at myself in the mirror at my apartment, wondering if the hollow-eyed, bushy haired woman staring back at me is really me. One thing is certain — I need to do away with her. Immediately.

After I threatened to sue Bhyron’s ass yesterday, he rolled out from underneath the bed, helped me to my feet and walked out without saying a single word.

I don’t know how I did it, but I managed to get myself discharged from the hospital without calling my aunt.

She kept blowing my phone with endless calls last night, but I wasn’t ready to speak to her yet. Last night was for crying my eyes out about my son and our new financial problem. At least it’s new to me.

This morning, the sun is up, the birds are chirping and Amani Wilson is a new woman. I’m ready to give Aunt Ophelia a piece of my mind.

There’s somethin