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That wasn’t the fucking point.

Collin had two parents.

I didn’t make this baby by myself.

If Xavier wanted to keep moving like being Collin’s father was some optional shit he could squeeze between Sam, work, his other kids and whatever else he had going on, then cool.

The state could help him remember.

My phone kept ringing on the counter.

I wiped my hand and looked.

Sam.

I stared at her name for a second.

That little guilty feeling hit me like it always did.

I answered anyway.

“Hey, cousin.”

“Hey. Change of plans for Thanksgiving.”

I flipped the chicken in the pan.

“What happened?”

“We’re gonna have it at Levin’s house.”

I stopped.

“What?”

“Yeah. He offered. He has way more space, and at least the kids can run around and stuff without us being on top of each other, you know?”

“Right.”

Levin’s house.

Interesting.

“Sure. Yeah, of course. That makes a lot of sense.”

“You good?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“You sounded weird.”

“No, girl. I’m trying not to burn my damn food.”

She laughed.

“Well, yeah. That’s the plan. I’ll send everybody the address even though I think most people know where he lives.”

“Okay. I’ll definitely be there.”