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“Fuck.”
I answered.
“What’s up?”
“Where you at?”
“Leaving work.”
I looked directly at Heather’s house.
“You just leaving?”
“Had some shit to finish.”
“Mhm.”
There went that shit again.
“Mhm what?”
“Nothing. You picking Zion up from practice?”
I closed my eyes.
Fuck.
“What time?”
“Six-thirty, Xavier.”
I checked the dash.
5:41.
“I got him.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah, Sam. I said I got him.”
“Okay.”
She hung up.
No love you.
No be safe.
Nothing.
I looked at my phone.
“The fuck wrong with her?”
I shoved it in my pocket and got out.
Heather opened the door before I could even knock.
