Losing a parent and having another one sent to prison is not something that everyone can handle without going insane but life decided that that was how Rachael's life would crumble.
After Rachael watches her mother get killed in front of her and he...
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"Easy..." said the doctor while he held me and I took each step with caution. "One step at a time."
It was like I was learning to walk all over again but I didn't complain because I knew the surgery was successful and very soon, I would be on my feet once more.
Spending almost a year on a wheelchair thought me a lot of things. And the last eight months hadn't been easy for Rachael and I.
Little had we expected that our lives would change so much after Segun had shot Jay. Rachael had hit rock bottom.
"Do you know where my sister is?" I asked my therapist once we were done for the day and I'd returned to my wheelchair.
"I think she went to the chapel." the red haired man responded I nodded before wheeling away towards the hospital chapel.
I wheeled into the dark chapel filled with lighted candles and some pews. I could see Rachael facing the alter as I went down the aisle to meet her.
"How was your therapy session?" she asked me once I was next to her.
"They said I'm getting better. I should be walking normally in a couple of weeks." I replied.
"That's good." she gave me a small smile. "Let's go and eat, I'm hungry."
"This place is nice and all, but it's so cold." Rachael said as we entered the diner.
"Well, you better get used to it since you'll be attending Harvard." I smiled. We got a table and picked up the menu.
"Yeah, and while I'm at it, I might also meet Queen Elizabeth." Rachael joked. She liked everything about London but she would never admit it because according to her, she would miss Nigeria.
"Who knows. Anything is possible." I shrugged.
"Good day, Mr. Marshall, Miss. Marshall, are you ready to place your orders?" the blonde waitress addressed us with her lovely British accent. Rachael and I were already used to the Marshall name since our grandfather was that influential at home and overseas. And plus, the car with the Marshall industries logo on it could have easily given us away.
"I'll have a burger and fries." I said to the waitress.
"I'll have the same, with a milkshake." said Rachael. The waitress immediately left to get our food after we'd placed our orders.
"Have you called Mrs. J to know how she's doing?" I asked.
"Uhm... Yeah, she recently went back to Nigeria because she was already tired of staying in India." Rachael said without taking her eyes off the menu making me wonder what exactly was so interesting about it.
