little car that also came with the job. Della texted that she would come by after doing a mock exam that evening and was texted back a smiley face with the message, 'Knock it out of the park, Sis.' She grinned. It was just a mock exam but she would need to knock the real exams out of the park. This was her last semester. After this she would have earned her bachelor's degree in accounting. Maybe that's why she was getting the dreams again. She was once more at a crossroads in her life.
Chapter Two
"How was exam?" Hazel asked, pulling her into the luxurious townhouse as soon as she was let in by the security guard at the gate. The security guard acted like it was the first time he was seeing her and he asked her the same question every time: "Who are you going to see?" As usual she had to text Hazel to come and get her at the gate because the security guard refused to read her lips. He thought she was refusing to answer him and like a petulant beast refused to open the gate for her. "Not bad." Della signed. "It could have gone better." Hazel nodded absently and headed toward the kitchen. Della could see that she was worrying her bottom lip and that her mind wasn't all there. Probably she hadn't even heard what her response was. "Brigid and Caitlin are already here," Hazel said. "Bickering as usual." Della walked behind her, glancing around the townhouse again and as usual admiring the sheer luxury of the place. Hazel had lived there now for close to a year and she had confessed that she had to pinch herself every time she got up in the morning. Della would pinch herself too. This place was a palace compared to their old accommodations at Bungalow Seven, Magnolia House. The poky little apartment that she shared with Keisha could not compare to this, either. Della stopped looking around the living room and watched Hazel as she walked in front of her. Hazel was petite and delicate, with light caramel skin. She had thick corkscrew curls that reached to her mid-back. Tonight she had it in a messy ponytail. People always assumed that Hazel was innocent and needed protecting, but she was tougher than she looked. She was the first one of the four of them to run away from their home at Magnolia House. She was also the one who used to get into the most fights at high school. Hazel had a temper that was fascinating to watch when stoked. Hazel was the sister that she sometimes felt closest to. They had shared a room at Magnolia House and they both had no idea who were their real family. Della was found in the middle of the downtown area with a slashed throat, and Hazel was found in a box on the steps of a shopping mall. They had both been Jane Does. When she reached the spacious kitchen Caitlin looked up from her phone and gave her a grin. "Hey Sis. Aced the mock test?" Della shook her head. "No. Good thing that it was a mock test." Caitlin shaped her mouth in a sympathetic moue. Caitlin was the most sophisticated of the four sisters. She was dressed in a basic black skirt and white shirt but still managed to look sophisticated. Her medium brown skin was smooth and spotless and almost glowing. Her hair was pulled back in a neat ponytail, with not a strand out of place. She had on plain glasses which were supposed to lend her a more mature look but which instead highlighted her high cheekbones and small, straight nose. Caitlin could have been a model. She had always appeared effortlessly modelesque, but what she really wanted to do was write. She was finishing up her communications degree at University of the West Indies and had also landed a part time job at Lux Caribbean Magazine as their latest girl Friday. Patricia had gotten the job for her, and Caitlin was determined to prove herself there. She wanted a full-time job at the magazine when she graduated from school next year. Brigid grinned. "You had better pass your final tests with flying colors. You are the first one of us to finish university. Congrats,