CHAPTER EIGHTY-FIVE

It’s been a month, we were back at home, both Clinton, I and Journey had recovered.

Layla’s brother was sentenced to death in prison while Layla seemed to be making waves in business as she had been on multiple interviews as the most successful business women, everything was falling into place although I still searched for my sister.

I had signed over the Thompson’s house right to my aunt which made her happy, she was worried that I would take over her family’s house while I was not even part of her family. She was glad I gave it back —I didn’t need it. Although she didn’t apologize for how she treated me I could see how sorry she was.

I was in the kitchen preparing lunch while Clinton was helping Kiara with her homework —Journey was probably playing in his walker.

My bump was starting to show and with the doctor's news he told us we might be expecting twins, we both prayed there were twins as then we’ll have only two babies left. We were set to make our goal —six children.

I was hum