Chapter 78- What Comes First

SLAP!

A resounding slap echoed through the walls of a particular cell in the slave house. It was that loud it drew the attention of other slaves who were preparing to rest for the night. However, no one dared to intervene or check, because they knew better than to step into the rivalry between a mother and her son.

In a dim-lit cell, Rafael's mother stood before him, her hand still stinging from the force of the slap she gave him. Her eyes were wide and watering, she was fuming with rage and disbelief when her son opened his mouth to tell her something so abominable. Her chest heaved with each breath, and she tried to steady herself as the full weight of his words slowly began to sink in.