Justice Logics

The Bitter Revenge . Content Warning. AI-Generated.

When Kwadwo was twelve he learned the rules of his world without anyone spelling them out. His father’s shoes were blacker than other fathers’; his mother’s silver bangles chimed at dinner the way a metronome kept time. Their home on the hill had its own address in the city’s polite gossip — a white house with wide windows and a garden that never looked neglected. That house taught him, quietly and insistently, that people bent and made room around people like them.