“Marcus… and his mother, Beatrice… they changed the locks on the condo. They told me I have no rights to my own daughter. They threw Malik and me out into the street.
They kept Aaliyah inside. I can’t get back in, Pops. I can’t get to my baby.”
The names hit me like physical blows.
Marcus Thorne. Beatrice Thorne. The people I’d sensed continue reading …
