My head was pounding now. It was obvious now that my mother had killed my brother with the initial intention of poisoning my father.
Who was this Fred and why would my mummy profess such love for him? My head seemed to be splitting into pieces.
I coughed and turned over on the back seat. My mummy cast a rather suspicious look at me and surrendered her attention back to the traffic.
We were nearing the house now.
"You are awake, " she mumbled guitily.
"Yes Mum, " I yawned. "Is aunty Ameze still travelling??"
''Oh, yes" she replied. She'll be leaving in two days".
My heart sank.i knew that already but confirming it yet again made me sick.
A nagging headache was taking it toll on me by the time we reached home. I went upstairs to my room immediately I entered the house, kicking my shoes off my feet.