"Get your hands off my keys, Emeka! I am not joking this time!" My voice cracked, vibrating with a rage I didn’t know I possessed. Emeka stood in the hallway, his face twisting into a smirk that didn't reach his cold, calculating eyes, his fingers tightening around the silver keychain as if my hard-earned life belonged to him. For illustrative purposes only. Photo: Yourstockbank Source: UGC "Chukwudi, don't be like this, man. I have a massive meeting with a potential investor in an hour," he replied, his tone dripping with unearned confidence. Yetunde stepped out from the kitchen, clutching their toddler to her hip like a human shield. "Why are you attacking him, Chukwudi? It’s just a car, and he’s trying to build a future for our son!" she shrieked. My mother appeared behind them, her...