Jeremih
“Hello, brother,” I said, the moment Imani and I walked through that door. Ever since my memory came back, I had been trying to figure out what I would say to the asshole that destroyed my life and cost me the opportunity to see my son being born and all I could come up with was ‘hello brother.’
“You’re dead. You’re not real. You’re a figment of my imagination,” DeAndre said, looking and sounding like he had lost his mind.
“Why would you be imagining me? Did you miss me that much? Or is it your conscious eating at you? Tell DeAndre, how did it feel when you ordered that car to knock us off the bridge? Huh? Did you enjoy watching us struggle in that freezing river? Did you laugh, cry? A little of both? Or did you celebrate with a couple bottles of alcohol and different women?” I
