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Back at the club
Nayomi storms back to Limelight with streaks of mascara running down her face.
“What happened?” Luma, the Stone sister by choice, asks from a couch set at the head of the office. She sits beside Yasmin, whose eyes ask the same question.
“Did you know about Avryl? Writing that guy in jail?” Nayomi asks without looking at either of them.
“What?”
Yasmin watches her sister march toward her desk and stare off into the distance.
“What happened; what’s going on?” Yasmin tries.
“I went to the loft to get that ring Lydia was having reset—”
“The antique one?”
“Yes. The cat got into the room and made a mess, so I chased it into Avryl’s room. It went under the bed, and instead of pulling the cat out from beneath the frame I found all these letters she—”
“Letters?” Yasmin and Luma ask in unison.
“She’s been writing the man who murdered Glenn. I don’t know for how long. Months.”
“Oh my God.”
“Why?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.” Nayomi brushes them off.
“You have to—is she coming back here? Where is she?” Luma asks.
“I don’t care.”
“Nayomi.”
“She said Glenn tried to rape her,” Nayomi says. “And this… Man saved her. By killing my husband.”
Yasmin’s mouth and eyes both widen slowly. She and Luma throw side glances toward each other. Nayomi nervously paces in front of the desk. She inadvertently places her phone down on the desk the feverishly searches for it when she realizes it isn’t in her hands.
The room is silent otherwise.
Glenn could be weird sometimes, especially when Nayomi wasn’t around. But he was fine as long as the sisters all kept their distance. It’s something each of them knew intuitively but never talked about. Not to each other, and definitely not to Nayomi.
But then Yasmin remembers the weeks after his death. How she, Lydia, and Luma knew something was wrong with Avryl. They just didn’t know what was wrong. They figured she was shaken up over Glenn’s death.
It’s not hard for either of them to remember that day two years ago. Avryl had locked herself in her room the whole night as police officers came in and out and a detective arrived to talk to Nayomi. The detective went into Avryl’s room to ask her some questions, but whatever she said, they seemed satisfied. Then sometime later, with the police still in the back corridor of the loft where the truck and Glenn’s body lay, heard men yelling.
Down from the window, they all looked on to watch as a man was arrested. The guy seemed to stand head and shoulders above the police officers holding his arms and putting handcuffs on him. All they could see was black hair. Yasmin thought he looked familiar from where she stood, but Nayomi was huddled in her arms, wiping at her face with a tissue. She remembered seeing Avryl, far away from the other sisters, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders and hunched over with a wary look on her face.
“Can you leave, please?” Nayomi interrupts their recollection of the days and months after Glenn’s death. “I need to be alone.“
Somewhere between the three of them, the truth becomes clear.
“Now, you know that's not a good idea,” Luma says.
