MINA THE SIDE CHICK
CHAPTER EIGHT
That was the last time I heard about George. Amidst the stress, I found myself alone. I couldn’t help but wonder if other orphans suffered as I did. Despite everything, George’s mother stood by me. I wasn’t sure if it was guilt that drove her, but she was my constant support.
“My daughter, I know the pain you’ve been through, but trust me, everything will be alright,” she would often assure me.
After two weeks in the hospital, I was discharged. George’s mother stayed with me, offering comfort throughout my recovery.
As much as I wanted to believe that my twins’ deaths were accidental, I needed to know the truth. I needed to understand why they ended up in that well. When I stayed at Sandrine’s house, I had noticed the CCTV cameras. I decided to face the pain of seeing her again to discover what exactly happened to my children.
Being weak, I couldn’t drive myself, so I called a cab. It took me to Sandra’s place. I stepped out of the car and approached her gate. Before entering, I decided to observe the surroundings. Indeed, she had cameras outside her house.
“I can’t just walk in and ask for the CCTV footage. What if they were involved in my children’s deaths? How would I even know?” I pondered.
I realized I would need a police warrant. They must have orchestrated this from the beginning. They should know what happened to my children, and they would pay for it, I resolved as I walked away.
A few hours later, I found myself seated at the police station.
“Good morning, sir!”
“Good morning! How may we assist you today?”
“Sir, I’m here to report a murder case.”
“A murder case?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Who was murdered, and what happened?”
“The murder of my two children, sir. It happened Two weeks ago.”
“Okay, take your time. I’m sorry about your children. Please calm down and tell me what happened.”
“My name is Mina Abong, and I was married to George Cletus—or at least, that’s what I thought.”
I proceeded to explain everything to the police officer. He took down my statement and informed me to return later, as a warrant would be granted, and I could accompany the officers. Unable to wait, I told them I was prepared to wait there.
I dozed off on a plank chair beside the desk. A few minutes later, someone tapped me from behind.
“Are you the woman waiting for the warrant?”
“Yes, sir”
I received the documents and led the officers to where George and his wife lived. With each step, my nerves frayed, but my need to know the truth propelled me forward.
TO BE CONTINUE 😊
