Josiah
Amani was distracted, I could tell, but I wasn’t sure why. I had asked her last night already if everything was all right and she had said yes. However, I could tell that she wasn’t all right and I didn’t know why.
“What about this?” I asked her as I pointed at a rather ugly-looking couch. Amani glanced over and nodded. She wasn’t paying attention, so I sighed and grabbed her hand. “What is going on, Amani?”
“Nothing,” she quickly said, but I wasn’t buying it. I decided right then and there that this wasn’t going to work if she couldn’t be honest with me. I led her out of the large furniture store and to where my truck was parked. “What’s wrong?” she asked as we got into the truck. I turned to her and frowned.
“What aren’t you telling me?” I questioned seriously. “We are lookin
