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to act as the messenger.
With red-rimmed eyes, Disaya waited by the living room bay window all night for Indie to return home. It had been an entire day, and the weight of the world was heavy on her shoulders. Everything in her wanted to call for help. Her maternal instincts were steering her to reach out to someone. Under these circumstances, she embraced authority. She welcomed the idea of handing this burden off to them, but at Indie’s request, she refrained from calling the cops. Against her better judgment, she was allowing him to handle this.
Helplessness made every minute seem like two, and the only thing that she could do was send her prayers up to God. She needed Him to send her a resolution. She was on the brink of insanity, and it wouldn’t take much for her to lose her mind. Knowing that she had done so many grimy things to so many people made her feel like this was her karma, but she hoped that God wasn’t that cruel. Punishing baby Sky for her mistakes would be unjust.
Please just bring my daughter home. Keep her safe, YaYa begged as she fell to her knees to show humility. Speaking with God had not been a ritual that she frequently partook in, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
She couldn’t continue doing the same things, solving her problems with deceit and manipulation. She concluded that insanity was repetitive, doing the same thing and receiving the same results. It was time to try something new, and for her, that meant putting her faith in something greater, something bigger than herself, something holy.
This had broken her all the way down. There was no ego, no diva, no bitch left in her. She was at her purest and most raw state. Disaya Morgan was in rare form, as open and susceptible to pain as the day she was born. She was feeling the greatest worry possible, which was that of a mother, and her vulnerability was getting the best of her. Every fleeting thought revolved around baby Sky. Nothing else mattered at this point.
When the headlights from Indie’s vehicle shone through her window, she rushed to the door. Frantic yet hopeful, she rushed outside shoeless, her eyes roaming the backseat of his car, desperately searching for Sky.
“Where is she? She’s not here, Indie!” she sobbed. “Where is our baby?” she asked as she turned to him.
Defeated by the look of despair on his lady’s face, he shook his head and pulled her into his chest. “I don’t know, ma. I’m doing all I can. I put word out in the streets, but nobody’s talking,” he admitted. He hid the disappointment and his own fear in an attempt to keep her calm. He had a responsibility to his family. He was accountable for them, and if this played out badly, he would only have himself to blame.
He could see the turmoil in her gaze.
“She’s out there somewhere…without me. What if they’re hurting her?” YaYa asked. A million and one possibilities ran through her mind, and her entire body shuddered.
“Stop doing that to yourself. Let’s go inside and try to rest. I need you strong, ma. We have to hold each other up and get through this together. I’ma take care of this. I promise you that,” he said. He didn’t know who he was trying to convince more, YaYa or himself.
Lying in bed beside Indie, YaYa’s chest caved in slightly from anxiety. Not a single fiber of her body was at ease. She was restless. Calm was a state of mind that she couldn’t attain.
“Indie?” she called out. The only response she got was the light sound of him snoring. She couldn’t understand how Indie could sleep. There was too much at stake. Images of her innocent baby flashed before her eyes, and she felt for a moment as if this were all a bad dream.
This can’t be real. No one is cruel enough to do something like this, she told herself. She pushed the covers off and hopped out of bed as she made her way to Skylar’s room. This is all a bad dream. This can’t be happening. My baby is going
With red-rimmed eyes, Disaya waited by the living room bay window all night for Indie to return home. It had been an entire day, and the weight of the world was heavy on her shoulders. Everything in her wanted to call for help. Her maternal instincts were steering her to reach out to someone. Under these circumstances, she embraced authority. She welcomed the idea of handing this burden off to them, but at Indie’s request, she refrained from calling the cops. Against her better judgment, she was allowing him to handle this.
Helplessness made every minute seem like two, and the only thing that she could do was send her prayers up to God. She needed Him to send her a resolution. She was on the brink of insanity, and it wouldn’t take much for her to lose her mind. Knowing that she had done so many grimy things to so many people made her feel like this was her karma, but she hoped that God wasn’t that cruel. Punishing baby Sky for her mistakes would be unjust.
Please just bring my daughter home. Keep her safe, YaYa begged as she fell to her knees to show humility. Speaking with God had not been a ritual that she frequently partook in, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
She couldn’t continue doing the same things, solving her problems with deceit and manipulation. She concluded that insanity was repetitive, doing the same thing and receiving the same results. It was time to try something new, and for her, that meant putting her faith in something greater, something bigger than herself, something holy.
This had broken her all the way down. There was no ego, no diva, no bitch left in her. She was at her purest and most raw state. Disaya Morgan was in rare form, as open and susceptible to pain as the day she was born. She was feeling the greatest worry possible, which was that of a mother, and her vulnerability was getting the best of her. Every fleeting thought revolved around baby Sky. Nothing else mattered at this point.
When the headlights from Indie’s vehicle shone through her window, she rushed to the door. Frantic yet hopeful, she rushed outside shoeless, her eyes roaming the backseat of his car, desperately searching for Sky.
“Where is she? She’s not here, Indie!” she sobbed. “Where is our baby?” she asked as she turned to him.
Defeated by the look of despair on his lady’s face, he shook his head and pulled her into his chest. “I don’t know, ma. I’m doing all I can. I put word out in the streets, but nobody’s talking,” he admitted. He hid the disappointment and his own fear in an attempt to keep her calm. He had a responsibility to his family. He was accountable for them, and if this played out badly, he would only have himself to blame.
He could see the turmoil in her gaze.
“She’s out there somewhere…without me. What if they’re hurting her?” YaYa asked. A million and one possibilities ran through her mind, and her entire body shuddered.
“Stop doing that to yourself. Let’s go inside and try to rest. I need you strong, ma. We have to hold each other up and get through this together. I’ma take care of this. I promise you that,” he said. He didn’t know who he was trying to convince more, YaYa or himself.
Lying in bed beside Indie, YaYa’s chest caved in slightly from anxiety. Not a single fiber of her body was at ease. She was restless. Calm was a state of mind that she couldn’t attain.
“Indie?” she called out. The only response she got was the light sound of him snoring. She couldn’t understand how Indie could sleep. There was too much at stake. Images of her innocent baby flashed before her eyes, and she felt for a moment as if this were all a bad dream.
This can’t be real. No one is cruel enough to do something like this, she told herself. She pushed the covers off and hopped out of bed as she made her way to Skylar’s room. This is all a bad dream. This can’t be happening. My baby is going
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