6:00 pm “Dear, you’ll love Aunty Remi and her children, I promise you.” I said nothing, my gaze fixed out the car window. My mom sighed, swerving her Bentley around a corner and stopping before a black gate. “I won’t disturb anyone. I’ll just be in my room, as always,” I said, dreading stepping out of the car. “My love, that’s why you’re here. You’re always in your room! Don’t worry, it’s just for a day. I’ll pick you up tomorrow evening. Honestly, you’ll love it here.” I doubted it. Every time Aunty Remi called my mom, it was chaos—yelling at her kids with a background of shouting and crying. If there was one thing I disliked more than chocolate cake, it was noise. I shivered at the thought. Mom honked, and the gate opened. Aunty Remi stepped out in a midi Ankara gown, her boho braids hastily packed. Flour…