Her I have to laugh. This big man cutting his eyes at us like a little bitch. Well, big bitch in his case. We went to have lunch with MIL and Duke, Zidane’s stepfather, to celebrate Zidane’s most popular book, The Prime Minister’s Wife, being given the greenlight to be made into a movie. While I was in the country recuperating before I regained my memory, a movie producer, a Jamaican who had migrated to the US, had reached out to Zidane, expressing interest in optioning The Prime Minister’s...

HIM I go home Monday evening to take some time to myself and get some clothes to take over to Kayleigh’s tomorrow. I’m going to house hunt with her soon. We can buy a family home together, combining our housing trust contributions as well as some money from my business and savings if necessary.        There’s a vehicle in my driveway. It’s a white Kia Sorento. It’s my mother. I still haven’t seen or spoken to her since the day she came for her belongings and went to live with her...

“You have no time for me, Zaila. I’m sick of it.” Zaila toyed with the single-row, diamond-encrusted, platinum bangle on her left wrist....