neighborhood, its peace shattered by the low rumble of engines. Relle stirred in her bed, confused by the unusual sound. The noise grew louder, pulling her from sleep’s embrace. She wrapped her robe tightly around herself and moved to the window, pushing aside the worn curtain. Her heart skipped a beat.
The familiar street had transformed overnight. Black vehicles stretched as far as she could see. Sleek limousines with tinted windows, large vans marked with security company logos, and TV news trucks with satellite dishes reaching towards the sky. Men in dark suits and earpieces stood at every corner, speaking into their wrists. Mama.
Nia’s voice came from behind her, small and uncertain. What’s happening? Relle’s hands trembled as she pulled near close. “I don’t know, baby. Stay away from the windows.” Blue and red lights flashed as police cars blocked both ends of the street. Neighbors emerged from their homes. Phones held high to record the scene.
