Nathan
“Stop calling me. If she got a death sentence a long time ago, we would not be here. Amari would not be in a comma and little Precious Pearl would still be swimming in the tummy,” Mrs Gail says defensively.
“Yes, but that is not going change what has happened,” Nancy tells her, but my bestie is not deterred.
“It will. It will make me feel better. Amari told me that something was wrong and I kept her in the house. I should have brought her to the hospital.”
Her voice trembles. It’s clear that this is eating her.
“Mrs Gail,” I call to her and tears roll down her cheeks.
“How could I keep there?” she asks and shakes her head.
I walk to her and embrace her while her shoulders shake as she cries.
“You did not know. No one knew. I don’t blame you and I am certain that Amari
