“Can I clean your house for food?”
But when the billionaire saw her face, he froze.
Daniel barely had time to process the knock on his door before he opened it. Standing there was a woman he never thought he’d see again.
Sasha.
Her face was thinner now, her skin dulled and streaked with grime. Her once lustrous dreadlocks hung loosely around her face, and her faded orange shirt was torn at the sleeves. But her eyes her eyes were still the same. The ones that had haunted Daniel for seven years.
He opened his mouth to speak, but his words caught in his throat when he saw the boy standing beside her a Black boy, about six or seven years old, his clothes dusty and torn. He clung to Sasha’s arm but stared up at Daniel with wide, guarded eyes that spoke of too many….Read Full Story Here…………..
