Ciara's brown eyes surveyed the familiar building as she cautiously approaches her early life home. The neat, white painted house adorned with wild rises and by creeping up the tall walls had always represented warmth, love, and stability.

Yet as she approached the giant gate, Ciara could not help but feel a pang of expedition. Nine months had exceeded since she left home and her brother, Dwayne, with no note or explanation.

She had made a course with herself to leave behind the sorrows that ...