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she could get in contact with someone from home, then she would be good. She pulled the large door open as quietly as she could and looked both ways to make sure no one was coming. When she didn’t see anyone, she tiptoed out of the room and walked down the hall. She looked at the pictures along the way. There were some beautiful paintings hanging around.
    At the end of the hall, she noticed there was another hallway. She followed that one, quietly passing other bedrooms. She wanted to try the doors, but didn’t want to walk in on anyone, so she continued her search for the living room. It had to be one in there. The closer she got, the more nervous she was. She was almost positive there had to be some guards lurking around somewhere.
    Once she finally made it to the living room, she looked around to make sure no one was in there, before walking as softly as her 6’0” tall frame would allow her. She looked around the tables and odd end cabinets that were in there, but saw nothing. She was about to give up until she noticed a pearly white phone lodged between two structures in the wall.
    Taryn looked behind her before hopping across the floor to where it was. She picked it up and heard the dial tone. The only thing she could think to do was press the number one to call. She had no idea how to make an international call. She was disappointed to find out that pressing one didn’t work. She nearly threw a tantrum right there. She tried a few more times unsuccessfully before giving up and taking the long walk back to her room.
    She looked at her feet and pouted the whole way back. When she recognized the hallway that her room was on she raised her head and sped up a little. She didn’t want to get caught out there. Finally reaching her room, Taryn went in and closed the door behind her. She didn’t even pay attention to the fact that the small lamp in her room was on, until she turned around.
    “Oh my God!” She shrieked and grabbed her chest.
    There was a young man sitting in the chair near her bed. He looked to be no older than she was. He was shirtless and had Ayo sitting on his lap. The small lamp illuminated the corner of the room where they sat.
    “I found him in the hallway.”
    Taryn stood flabbergasted with nothing to say. Her words had been caught in her mouth. They’d come up her throat, but she was unable to push them out any further. The long brown dreads hanging down around his shoulders, the light skin, and the hazel eyes had Taryn frozen in place. Her chest felt tight as she stood in the door with her hand over her chest.
    The thick African accent mixed with the manly baritone was like music to her ears. Ayo lay sideways, asleep in his lap. His head was thrown back over his arm with his hair falling backward. The glow in the dark Ninja Turtles pajamas on his small body lit up in certain places. Taryn’s eyes scanned over her baby before going back to the boy in the chair.
    “Are you okay?” He was looking straight at her.
    Taryn nodded. “Who are you?”
    “Uzoma.”
    “You look just like my husband.” Taryn’s voice wasn’t loud because she was talking more to herself than anything.
    “You and Demoto are married?” He looked confused.
    Taryn’s gaze came up from the floor quickly. “You know him?”
    Uzoma laughed softly. “He’s my cousin.”
    Taryn felt dizzy. She tried to focus her eyes, but the room began to spin. Before she knew it, she had fallen and hit the floor. She didn’t know how long she had been out, but when she woke up she was in the bed beneath the covers. Ayo was beside her. Taryn looked around the room and rubbed her eyes. She scooted back slowly in the bed and grabbed her stomach with one of her hands.
    “Another baby?” Taryn looked to the corner where the lamp was and there was Uzoma.
    He was sitting still as a statue with his legs stretched straight out and his hands resting across his abs. His hair was still down, but it was now pushed back off of his face. She