“This is it? This is where you now live?”
The house was neat. Quiet. Honest.
Kemi saw only what it lacked.
“I did not choose this,” Chika said. “You forced it.”
“And I did you a favor.”
Then her eyes landed on the pink diamond piece lying in its case on the side table, where Chika had taken it out earlier.
Kemi stepped forward, opened the case, and froze.
Suspicion flashed across her face.
“You stole this.”
Chika stared at her. “What?”
“This cannot belong here. It must be from Daddy’s house.”
Mama Grace straightened at once. “That belongs to Chika. It was given to her here.”
