JIDE

Seeing blood drip from her injured wrist brought back painful memories. Memories I had managed to tuck into the furthest part of my brain. I watched the blood trickle down and grimaced when she winced.

"Jide," Ivory breathed out in a whisper.

That drew me out of my frozen state and I hurriedly guided her to a low stool. I got a bowl of water and dipped her hand into it, the water immediately turned red. The cut was not deep but it drew a great amount of blood.

I quickly dashed into Mama's room to search for a first aid kit. I checked her medicine compartment in her...