Chapter 35

Mariah's POV

I sat outside on the front porch waiting for James. I knew something had been up when he had barged into the house steaming with anger. I knew James, and that anger he had was not something James would not be of. I knew asking him would make it worse so I sat back and watched him rip and break things in the house. I just hoped it was his way of venting his anger.

Part of me wanted to ask him. Was it because of Aretha? If it was i could understand. Her death was horrible and it was something he couldn't ever forget. It was tattooed to his memory.

I just hoped one day he could find justice, and know the truth. He deserved it. After all he suffered alone and never spoke of it. I knew that could damage him more then he think it could. I didn't want to lose him because realization hit me. Life.