DAHLIA 

I squinted my eyes through the tinted glass to see if I could recognize where we were going. 

I couldn’t recognize this place.

But the convoy sure knew where we were headed. 

They were soon driving into an apartment complex. A tall building with different apartments. 

Who were we coming to see?

Once the car stopped, two of our security came out to open the car door for us on opposite sides. 

“Who are we here to see, Denise?” I asked, skirting the vehicle to go stand beside her. 

“That door.” 

The convoy really garnered attraction. Tenants came out of their apartments to have a look. 

Hand in hand,...