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Then over at Collin.

My daughter.

Her son.

Not cousins.

Well, technically that too, because our family tree was apparently fucked all the way up.

But more importantly⁠—

Brother and sister.

“Oh my fucking God.”

Heather dropped down onto the couch.

I sat in the chair across from her because my knees suddenly didn’t feel trustworthy.

For a minute, neither of us said shit.

Two babies sat between us.

Both made by the same married man.

My sister’s husband.

Her cousin’s husband.

Heather finally looked at me.

“So let me get this shit straight.”

I closed my eyes.

“That motherfucker got six kids.” she said disgusted.

I slowly nodded.

Four with Sam.

Carter with me.

Collin with Heather.

Six.

And somehow, until today, Xay had managed to keep all three women in three separate fucking realities.

Heather reached for her phone.

I watched her unlock it.

“What are you doing?”

She looked at me.

“Calling that nigga.”