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I hated that fucking okay.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Nah. What?”

“You clearly don’t wanna tell me, so don’t.”

She turned back toward the mirror and picked her lip gloss up.

I stood there watching her.

“Why you getting an attitude?”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“I’m getting ready for work, Xavier.”

She put the lip gloss on like I wasn’t standing there with half my fucking face throbbing.

Then she capped it.

“There’s food in the refrigerator. Serenity ate about an hour ago. Michael needs a bath. Zion has homework he claims he doesn’t have, so check his folder because he’s lying.”

“Sam.”

She grabbed her work bag.

“What?”

I almost told her.

Almost.

But how the fuck was I supposed to explain Levin beating my ass without explaining why?

Because once I opened that door, there was too much shit sitting behind it.

So I shook my head.

“Nothing.”

She walked past me.

Then stopped.

For a second, I thought she was about to ask again.

Instead she looked at my face.

“You might wanna put some ice on that.”

I sucked my teeth.

“Thanks.”