You deserve to die just like your father

NALEDI’S POV

I refused to believe it.

It’s been days since I was visited by Korah or Marcus.

My maid must have been changed because different people came each day with my food, none bothered to engage me, speak to me or even care if I ate the food.

When they came the next day and saw the stale meal from the previous day, they picked it up like it was nothing, placed a fresh set before me and headed on out like a robot.

I’ve spent the last few days of my life in wonder, uncertainty and doubt. I couldn’t understand why I couldn’t forget the words of Marcus. He called me a selfish bitch. Which was true because in order to survive in this dog-eat-dog world, one had to have a bit of selfishness.

That was the least of my problems from what he said. My father was the centre of my problem. For years I have refused to open the sweet memories I had of him as a child, refused to marr his memories and that had worked out perfectly seeing I didn’t get to see him die.