MYRA
Tamara stops and leans against the railing. Fear is written all over her face.
Who wouldn’t with the way Larry’s voice boomed in the house few seconds ago?
He takes the stairs with me trailing behind him. He reaches the landing and approaches her with a glare.
“I was…” she is short of words.
“Was what?” He asks angrily.
“Was at the backyard. Needed some fresh air.”
“Backyard you say?” His voice is full of sarcasm.
“Yes.” She says softly and gives me a nervous look.
“So why did they look for you everywhere and you were not there? Even the backyard. Don’t tell me you have now become invisible.”
“I went to see dad.”
“Who? Brown?”
“No. Wilson.”
“Why would you do that Tammy?”
“I wanted to confirm whether what mum said was true.”
“And you had to leave alone? Do you know your
