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Chapter conclusion:
          	
          	Clifford had shown remorse after he'd hurt their marriage. Wasn't that why he had asked her to join him for drinks, a chance to make amends for the damage done to their relationship? She hadn't intended to kill him. The impulse had seized her suddenly, leaving her no time to consider or make a rational decision. It wasn't a plan she'd concocted.

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Chapter conclusion:
          
          Clifford had shown remorse after he'd hurt their marriage. Wasn't that why he had asked her to join him for drinks, a chance to make amends for the damage done to their relationship? She hadn't intended to kill him. The impulse had seized her suddenly, leaving her no time to consider or make a rational decision. It wasn't a plan she'd concocted.

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          A shiver coursed through her as the voice echoed through her like a thunderclap. She looked up and spotted her oldest son, Vincent, standing over her.
          
          "Mom, are you feeling unwell?" Caleb asked.
          
          She couldn't bring herself to respond.
          
          "Does my brother know you're not well? You two left the house not long ago. Did he go to get medicine for you?"
          
          Her lips remained sealed. She wanted to speak, to tell Caleb that his brother wasn't fetching medicine. He was gone, taken by an accident. But as she tried to open her mouth, her body tensed, and she found herself reliving the moment she pushed Clifford onto the road, the screeching tires of a car ringing in her ears.
          
          In a swift motion, Melisa covered her ears with her hands, as if the accident were unfolding anew. She heard her own voice screaming, but she couldn't distinguish if it was in the room or an echo of the accident. She squeezed her eyes shut, the image of Clifford in the middle of the road engulfing her thoughts. Even with her eyes closed, she saw him sinking to the asphalt, just as he had when she pushed him in front of that fast-approaching Ford Explorer. That's when she had turned away, unable to witness the car's impact on him. It was too horrifying to bear.
          
          Now, that same feeling gripped her, preventing her from turning to witness the car crushing her husband's body. Just as she had averted her gaze from Clifford and the car at the accident scene, she now turned her back to Caleb and her children in the living room. Though voices surrounded her, loud as if the world itself was watching, she resisted the urge to look back. Because Clifford had kindly invited her out for drinks, wanting to mend their strained marriage. She couldn't bring herself to see how her actions had led to his death in a car crash she had caused.

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Hello, friends. Please, I need some honest thoughts on this passage of my new title: Fearing A Woman.
          
          Melisa burst through the door, ignoring her children. Her long dress rustled as she plopped onto a cushioned chair in the living room. There, her four kids sat on the floor, munching from bowls in the middle. She had cooked their usual simple meal, heavy on starch but light on important nutrients. Before leaving the house not long ago, she'd left the food in the kitchen and told them to eat when hungry. Little did she know she'd be back so soon.
          
          Melisa curled up in the chair, tucking her knees close to her chest. She rested her head on her arm and then heard her youngest, Emmanuel, crying. Though she heard him, she didn't call him over. She couldn't even recall if the kids greeted her when she came in. Her eyes were wide open, staring into space. Suddenly, she heard a sound from the nearby and was surprised to see her brother-in-law, Caleb, walking in from another room.
          
          Caleb started talking before he even fully entered the living room, but Melisa couldn't catch his words. Her tension had reached a breaking point, drowning out his voice and the children's chatter. Then, out of the blue, her surroundings faded, replaced by vivid images of a terrible accident. The scene played out before her, every detail ghastly and sharp. Caleb's attempts to communicate became distant as her mind fixated on that haunting accident memory.
          
          Now, Caleb appeared as a hazy figure, leaning over her and trying to get her attention. "Is something wrong, ma'am?" he asked urgently. But Melisa couldn't respond. Her mind was tangled, unable to comprehend his words. The kids had stopped eating too, and their noise was no longer registering in her ears. Then, another question pierced the air in the living room: "Where is my father?"
          
          I'll add the second part to the next message. Thanks.

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Hello, friends.
          
          I'm glad to whet your appetite for tomorrow's part by leaking the title. And it is: SWEET EUROPE DREAMS. It's staggering to imagine the kind of dreams about Europe for a youth whose hair is bleached to auburn by long and regular exposure to hot desert sun!

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Hello, dear friends. 
          
          I'm excited to announce to you that Our Brother Is Dead, will be updated twice every weekend. There will be one part on Friday evenings and another part on Saturday evenings. This updates will be published at about 8:00 p.m, West African Standard Time. 
          
          If there is going to be an adjustment any time in the future, I will let you know beforehand.
          
          Thanks for reading my story.