A.Powell’s Married Sistas
Sapphire frowned. “Where’s Tina?” she asked, glancing around the restaurant entrance.
“She isn’t coming out,” Audrey replied, adjusting the cuff of her tailored suit jacket. “She said she doesn’t feel well.”
Lola folded her arms. “That ain’t like Tina. She would’ve at least came down to complain for five minutes before canceling.”
The three women exchanged uneasy looks.
Sapphire instinctively rested a hand on her growing belly. “Did either of y’all actually hear her voice?”
Audrey hesitated.
“…She texted me.”
Lola immediately narrowed her eyes. “Just texted?”
Audrey nodded. “She said she had a headache and wanted to be left alone.”
“Nah,” Lola muttered. “After everything she’s been through with Marcus, I don’t like that.”
Sapphire’s smile faded. “Call her.”
Audrey pulled out her phone and pressed Tina’s contact.
Ring.
Ring.
Voicemail.
“See?” Audrey sighed. “Straight to voicemail.”
“Call again.”
She did.
Voicemail.
Lola grabbed her purse. “We’re going over there.”
“She literally said she wanted to rest,” Audrey argued.
“And if she’s resting, we’ll leave flowers at the door and come back,” Lola replied. “But my spirit ain’t sitting right.”
The women piled into Audrey’s SUV, the conversation growing quieter with every mile.
When they pulled into Tina’s driveway, something immediately felt off.
Her car was there.
The porch light was on.
But the front door wasn’t completely shut.
It sat slightly cracked open.
Lola froze.
“…Tell me Tina doesn’t leave her door open.”
Audrey slowly shook her head.
“Never.”
Sapphire swallowed hard.
“I don’t like this.”
Lola carefully pushed the door open.
“Tina?” she called into the house.
Silence.
The television was still playing in the living room.
A glass of water sat on the coffee table beside an untouched plate of food.
“Tina!” Audrey shouted louder.
Still nothing.
Then Sapphire noticed something near the hallway.
Her heart dropped.
“…Y’all…”
The others turned.
A cell phone lay on the hardwood floor.
The screen was shattered.
Next to it was one of Tina’s earrings.
Lola’s expression hardened instantly.
“This wasn’t no headache.”































































