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I followed her voice toward the living room.

Then stopped.

Heather was sitting on the couch.

Collin beside her.

And across from her?

Avery.

Holding Carter.

My stomach dropped straight through my fucking ass to my feet.

Fuck.

Nobody said anything.

Not Heather.

Not Avery.

Not me.

Avery tilted her head.

“What’s wrong?”

I looked at her.

“Nothing.”

“You look nervous.”

“I ain’t fucking nervous.”

Heather laughed.

One short ass laugh.

No humor behind it.

“Good.”

I looked at her.

“Good what?”

“Sit down.”

I frowned.

“The fuck you mean sit down?”

“I mean sit the fuck down, Xavier.”

“First of all, watch how the fuck you talking to me.”