Letisha’s POV

I paid the taxi driver and hurried into Michael‘s apartment building. I had been so overwhelmed by all the events that had taken place today, and his text had been like a much-needed relief.

Michael: Hey, babe. Meeting ended early. Meet at my place for dinner?”

I was looking forward to telling him everything that had happened that day. Everything seemed too incredulous to be real life. Everything from my father trying to arrange a marriage ...