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didn’t have anything to say. She was truly stunned into silence.
                  “Look, when this is all settled and done and if you’re still around then I promise I will sit down and explain everything to you. Right now, I gotta get back home.”
                  Jessica nodded her head in understanding. She moved from where she was standing and helped Yamin get their things together. She didn’t know if she wanted to leave or stay. All she knew was that she loved Yamin and he had given her a reason to keep breathing. Even then she could only think about what else he’d lied about, what else is was hiding?
                  The Versace League. She would definitely do more research once they were home.
     

TEAM HER OR HER
     
     
    Donica sat on her sofa rocking back and forth as a detective of the Dallas Police Department questioned her about the murder that took place yesterday evening. Tears burned her sleepless eyes and an overwhelming amount of emotions ran through her. She was beyond hurt and felt really alone. The only family she had was Cortez and Ashley. Her mother passed away from cancer a few years ago and her father was in prison. She didn't have anyone to comfort her and let her know that everything was going to be okay.
                         "You say he came over at what time?" Detective Anderson asked.
                        Donica stopped rocking and looked up at the detective. She had become frustrated with his mound of questions the moment they started. It seemed as if he was making accusations rather than trying to get to the bottom of things.
                        "I told you he came here around three that afternoon," Donica said, and stood to her feet. She crossed her arms over her chest and caught the eyes of Cortez's girlfriend Patrice. Donica could see that Patrice hung onto her every word as if she was mentally taking notes. She didn't even want Patrice in her home, but respected the fact that she came with Cortez's brother Aasir. Patrice didn’t even look to be hurting by Cortez's death or Ashley's disappearance--she only seemed angry and that bothered Donica.
                      Why the fuck this bitch ain't crying? Donica thought. She held her hand up in the detective's face to silence his next question. "Look, I've been answering the same questions over and over again. I'm done. I need you to get out there and find Cort's killer- the same person that killed him is the same person that took our daughter!"
                         Donica was over the whole fiasco. There were police officers going in and out of her house, whispering about this and about that, and none of them made her feel comfortable. Just as she was about to force everyone out of her home, Yamin walked in, and everything seemed to come to a halt. The chatter paused as every eye ran over him. Some knew who he was, some didn't, but everyone gave him the respect he demanded.
                  “Donica-baby girl,” Yamin said, solemnly. He wrapped his arms around Donica and allowed her to break down. She’d been holding back her emotions not wanting to seem weak in front of others, but now that the man that resembled Cortez so much was in front of her, she couldn’t hold it in. She suddenly felt something she assumed she would never feel again. Safe. She knew that Yamin would make everything okay. He always did. How could she forget that?
                  “I’m so glad-that you’re here. I feel so much better seeing you,” Donica cried.
                  Yamin nodded, he placed a kiss on her forehead, and lifted her head so that they could look each other in the eyes as he spoke, “You got any idea of who done this?” he asked. “I need to know who did this to my youngn’.”
                  Donica shook her head and noticed that Detective Anderson was burning