HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT

“What are we going to do?” I said.

“I don’t know,” said Sara. “But I do know someone who can help.”

“I’m not calling Riley or maybe I should call him to ask for the divorce so that I can get my kids back,” I said.

“Let’s Chill for now, let’s see the help the person I called could offer.”Sara says

“Yeah?” I said.

“ he’s coming over in about an hour,” said Sara, smiling.

But both of us knew things looked awful, all the same.

***

An hour later, Zeke appeared armed with a laptop at Sara’s front door.

“How are y’all doing?” he said, and gripped me in his arms for the biggest hug I’d ever had. It almost reduced me to tears again, but I took a deep breath.

“What are you gonna do with that?” I said, looking at the laptop he had under his arm.

“Lena’s dirty laundry,” said Zeke.

He loaded it up while Sara and I paced around him, as Zeke logged into the laptop.

“Someone sent those stuffs to me but I never believed him, he calls himself Kiefer,” he said, “it would have been too risky. But despera