Always & forever

Lost One

Kierra sat in the cold, sterile room of the police station, her heart heavy with worry as she pleaded with the officer for information about her daughter. "Please, I just need my daughter," she implored, her voice trembling with desperation.

The officer assured her that Kai was safe, but Kierra's frustration simmered just beneath the surface as she bristled at the questions being thrown her way. East's warning echoed in her mind, urging her to remain silent, to protect their secrets at all costs.

"Do you know about your husband's illegal activities? Is he a suspect?" the officer pressed, his tone accusatory as he scrutinized her every word. Kierra remained silent, her lips pressed into a thin line as she shook her head defiantly.

But deep down, she couldn't shake the nagging doubt that lingered in the recesses of her mind. Was she truly in the dark about East's dealings, or had she been willfully blind to the truth all along?

As the interrogation continued, Kierra felt as though she were experiencing an out-of-body sensation, detached from the reality unfolding around her. East's calculated moves played out like a chess game in her mind, each move a carefully calculated step toward an unknown end.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about. May I go now and get my daughter?" Kierra's voice was strained, her patience wearing thin as she longed to be reunited with Kai.

Reluctantly, the officer released her, returning Kai into her waiting arms. As Kierra retrieved her phone, she saw missed calls and messages from Brooke and Mrs. Brewster, their urgency palpable even through the digital screen.

Hurrying to Mrs. Brewster's home, Kierra's heart pounded with a sense of dread as she entered the kitchen to find both women in tears. The sight of their anguish sent a chill down her spine, her instincts screaming that something was terribly wrong.

"What's going on?" Kierra's voice trembled with fear as she hugged her daughter close, seeking solace in the warmth of her presence.

"He's gone. He's gone!" Brooke's anguished cry echoed through the room, the words hanging heavy in the air like a dark cloud threatening to engulf them all. And as the reality of their loss sank in, Kierra felt the weight of despair settle over her like a suffocating blanket, crushing her spirit with its unbearable heaviness.

The kitchen was cloaked in a heavy silence, broken only by the muffled sobs of Kierra and the soft murmur of Mrs. Brewster comforting her granddaughter in the living room. Brooke held onto Kierra tightly, her own heart heavy with grief as they grappled with the harsh reality of their losses.

Kierra's phone rang, shattering the fragile peace that had settled over the room. With trembling hands, she answered the call, her heart racing with a mixture of fear and anticipation.

"Would you like to accept the collect call from, East?" the automated voice prompted, and without hesitation, Kierra accepted. The familiar voice of her husband cut through the static, his words a lifeline in the midst of their turmoil.

"Baby, you there!" East's voice was filled with urgency, his concern palpable even through the crackling connection. Kierra struggled to compose herself, her voice barely above a whisper as she responded.

"I'm here," she managed to choke out, her heart breaking at the sound of his voice. East wasted no time in reassuring her, his words a balm to her shattered spirit.

"Look, don't worry about nothing. Do what I told you to do, tell Chris what's going on. Matter of fact, tell him to answer his phone. Babe, I love y'all," East's voice wavered slightly, a hint of sadness creeping into his tone.

Kierra's heart clenched at his words, knowing that she would soon have to deliver the devastating news to her husband. "Baby, umm, we lost him," she spoke, her voice trembling with sorrow as tears streamed down her cheeks once more.

"What? What are you talking about!" East's voice rose with panic, his worst fears realized in that moment. "He's gone, babe. I'm so sorry," Kierra sobbed, the weight of their loss crashing down upon her with unbearable force.

As the reality of Chris's death sank in, East's heart shattered into a million irreparable pieces.

Locked away in his cell, East's mind raced with a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. The weight of the charges against him bore down on him like a heavy burden, threatening to crush him beneath their crushing weight. Murder, drugs, guns - the allegations swirled around him like a storm, obscuring his thoughts and clouding his judgment.

But amidst the chaos, one thing remained clear: his unwavering determination to protect his girls at all costs. With each passing moment, the image of Kierra and their daughter haunted him, driving him to fight tooth and nail for their future.

Summoning every ounce of strength he possessed, East placed a call to his lawyer, his voice steady and resolute despite the turmoil raging within him. "Can you please give my wife all the details for court, please? Find out information on the murder of Christopher as well," he instructed firmly, his words a testament to his unwavering commitment to his family.

"Of course, Dave. I'll do everything in my power to help you," his lawyer assured him, his voice tinged with sympathy for East's plight. The loss of Chris weighed heavily on them both, a gaping wound that seemed to grow larger with each passing day.

As East hung up the phone, a sense of profound emptiness washed over him, the reality of his brother's death hitting him like a sledgehammer to the chest. Chris had always been his rock, his confidant, his closest friend, and now he was gone, leaving behind a void that could never be filled.

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