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“I don’t know,” I finally said. “We just having fun.”

Nesha hummed.

“What?”

“Nothing, I’m minding my business.”

“You haven’t minded your business since ninth grade.”

“Exactly. So when I decide to, respect my growth.”

I laughed.

“Fuck you.”

She laughed too.

I leaned back in my chair.

The crazy part was Xay hadn’t noticed shit.

At least I didn’t think he had.

He’d actually been acting weird since yesterday, but not about me.

Avoiding me.

Barely looking me in my face.

This morning while I was getting the kids ready for school, he came downstairs already dressed for work and stood in the kitchen watching me make Michael’s lunch.

Then out of nowhere⁠—

We gotta talk later.

About what?

I asked him that too.

He just said he’d tell me later.

I could give a fuck less what that nigga had to talk about.

Probably money.

Or gambling.

Or some shit he’d forgotten to do that I was supposed to magically fix.

My phone vibrated in my lap.

I looked down.

Family group chat.

Heather.

Then Avery.