Nefretiri
I didn't trust Marcus.
Call it gut instinct, or living with Ricky for so long, but everything about him seemed fake and the man underneath was dangerous.
Every alarm in my head came on, warning me to stay away from this man, but where I am makes it impossible to act on that.
'If you embarrass Ricky during an event, expect a punishment. If you're not the perfect hostess, you'll dishonor the family.' Stephanie's words stuck with me. Funny what's useful in a situation.
I learned how to hold myself in with people I didn't like. It's just unsettling that I'd need to at this stage of my life where Ricky wasn't supposed to be involved.
"That sounds like a fascinating story," Marcus didn't take the hint, choosing to sit across from us in Steven's seat. "Something as simple as a car crash."
"I'd never call it simple," Marcus assumed he understood the situation, but he had no clue.
