Maya
From the back seat of Marcus’s car, I drummed my fingers on my thigh my heart hammering against my ribs as I watched my grandfather drive away from Anthony's school. I waited at least ten minutes to ensure my grandfather did not return before I got out of the vehicle and went to the gate.
The plan was simple- get Anthony. The execution, however, was another story. Our dada (grandfather) was the one dropping and picking Anthony up from school every day, which meant I had little to no chance of getting to my brother through conventional means like after-school activities. My father, Russell, had made sure of that.
I had called Anthony's phone countless times, only to be met with silence. I knew my father or my grandmother had blocked me, but what I hadn’t expected was for them to
