After Brittany's announced death, Clarence has no choice but to move on. He locks in on business while taking care of his kids not knowing the old love of his life is still breathing the same air he breaths.
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Opening Prelude
Clarence stretches his limbs yawning as he started his daily routine. This has been been his life for the past three years. In order, every single day, he was devoted to it even though it wasn't the dope game. It kept his family safe, it brought him salvation and it healed his mental.
Losing his wife and the love of his life caused him to struggle through depression. He realized he was angry for so long he didn't even know why he was angry anymore.
On his bad days he would think back to the day he watched the love of his life body get lowered into the ground. Three years without her scent, her vibrant smile and endless laughter made him miss her even more but her dark side made his heart feel guarded.
He woke each of his kids up one by one and made sure to kiss them and give them all his morning love. He put the boys in the tub that was connected to the bathroom and put Lamara's shower on.
A breakfast aroma filled up the house and he knew his Queen was up cooking getting ready to head out to record.
After getting bathed he quickly dressed them for school and made them restate the long conversation they had about throwing paper balls across the room because if the teacher blew up his phone at work another day he just knew he would go crazy.
After getting Lamara together Queen came in and he quickly kissed her lips and let her get started on her hair as he made the boys breakfast.
This was their routine every morning, the routine that kept things running smoothly. Meanwhile family and friends still mourned Brittany.
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Brittany even mourned herself because she knew that the old Brittany was gone. She moved on with her life in Tijuana. She knew faking her death was best for everyone.
She thought about her old life every time her feet touched the sand. She knew the could never go back home, she knew she could never face the kids she abandoned and the husband she neglected.
She no longer knew Brittany, she was Kyla. She no longer knew the girl she used to be, the mother she used to be, the wife she used to be.
In the process of a cleanse, a cleanse of the demons that controlled her she erased Brittany and created Kyla. In her eyes she wasn't living a lie because in her eyes—
