Mahogany walked up to the porch and hesitantly rang the door bell as her feet tapped the wooded floor creating a creaking sound. As she awaited an answer to the door she looked around the neighborhood, kids playing outside riding their bikes, neighbors having a chat possibly about the recent game the night before, and laughter feeling the air as summer has just begun for the children. She smiled at herself, this was the image she had as a teenager, wanting to live in a neighborhood like this for her children to grow up in and for her and her husband to watch near by on a porch swing, the perfect family. But instead things turned out differently for her, she had no kids, lived in a penthouse in the state of New York where she now mourned over her deceased husband, Darnell Wilson. " May I help you ma'am?", asked the women at the front door. She resembled so much of herself, it was like looking in the mirror but at a more laid back motherly figured kind of woman. Mahogany blinked her eyes a couple times before finding the right words to say. " Um yes hi my name is Mahogany I'm a attorney from New York and I was wondering if I can ask you a couple questions about Darnell Wilson? Does that name ring a bell?" questioned Mahogany. The lady averted her eyes to the ground but nodded in response, Mahogany couldn't pin point what the problem was but hopefully she would receive answers. The lady opened the door wider welcoming her in, Mahogany slowly entered the house with her heart beating terrified of what secrets would be revealed.