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“I’m serious.”
“I know what you said.”
“Okay then.”
She pulled tissue paper out of another bag.
“Tell me you not bruised that your baby daddy couldn’t be your baby fucking daddy today.”
I looked at her.
She looked right back.
Destiny knew the real tea.
All of it.
She’d known about Xavier damn near from the beginning.
She knew Collin was his.
She knew every promise he’d made me.
Every argument.
Every time I said I was done.
Every time my stupid ass wasn’t.
I stabbed my fork into the macaroni.
“Of course that shit bothered me.”
“That’s all I’m saying.”
“You think I liked sitting there taking pictures by myself?”
“No.”
“Or everybody asking where Collin’s father was?”
“No.”
“Meanwhile the nigga standing right fucking there.”
Destiny nodded.
“With his wife.”
“Thank you, bitch. I was there.”
“I’m not trying to be funny.”
She stopped sorting.
“Heather.”
“What?”
