My heart leapt into my throat. It beat wildly and uncontrollably. I was saving myself. Fucking over my father and ensuring that I had a place to rest my head that wouldn’t torture me. Taking a deep breath, I turned and slipped on the white beaded flats that were on the floor. Kamilia had been conscious of my ankle, and I could almost cry. Plus, I’d never worn heels. I’d seen my sisters walk like newborn deer trying to get used to them and I didn’t fancy doing that now.

They escorted me ...