Sin's Second Chance

The muffled sounds of Bob Marley drift through the air, heavy with the sweet, pungent aroma of marijuana. You open your eyes, not to the sterile white of a hospital, but to the soft glow of a lamp and the richly colored drapes of an unfamiliar room. Pain flares in your ribs as you try to sit up, your body wrapped in thick bandages.

To your left, a silhouette stands on a balcony, speaking softly into a phone. Her voice is familiar, beautiful, but you can't quite place it. You hear her say, "...Four more Niggahs that need to stop breathing for good... Yeah he's going to wake up Any day And soon."

A chill runs down your spine. Who is she talking about? You spot a Uzi on the nightstand to your right. Your hand brushes against something oval, and the music cuts off abruptly. The silhouette on the balcony doesn't seem to notice. As she walks towards you, through the vibrant curtains, you raise the Uzi.

Then your eyes meet, and the Uzi clatters to the bed. It's Star. Your wife. She rushes towards you, jumping onto the bed and showering you with affection. "Baby your awake!" she cries, relief flooding her face. But the words you just heard echo in your mind. What is she involved in?