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“You sure?”

“Once I get Lev off my fucking back, I’ll be straight.”

Frozo laughed right in my face.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Nah, what?”

“Xay, Levin ain’t even half your fucking problems.”

I looked at him.

This nigga smiled and walked away.

“Fuck you, Frozo.”

“Love you too, stupid.”

The thought made me sigh.

Seventeen.

Not twenty.

But it was a hell of a lot closer than the seven I had a couple weeks ago.

I was standing in the kitchen grabbing a bottle of water when my phone pinged.

Heather: You just wasn’t going to fucking come by to see your son today? You piece of shit.

I sighed.

Here we fucking go.

Before I could even decide if I wanted to answer her, another message came through.

Avery: When were you planning to get that 4k back to me?

I stared at that one.

Apparently Keith treating her good had her remembering every fucking dollar she’d ever handed my ass.

And somewhere in the middle of all this shit, I was supposed to be somebody husband, somebody father, go to work every day and act like I wasn’t holding my entire fucking life together with duct tape.

I locked my phone and headed upstairs.

House was quiet.

All four kids were asleep already, which surprised me because it was only ten.

Thank fucking God.

I pushed open my bedroom door.

It was dim inside.