Love, Lust and the Bishop — Carol Davis

Leaving the court room was a relief. I never want to be inside a place like that again. Each step led to the outer door but seemed to take forever. Herbert and mom was by my side, saying I did the right thing. My tears couldn't compare to what I was really feeling. Mom looked like she felt my pain but her love for drugs outweighed my pain. “why shalinda, he loved you.” his uncle Brandon said as I passed him; those words tore my heart to pieces. Tyquan never told me he loved me but I knew he did.