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“Avery.”
My throat tightened.
“A few days.”
Keith stared at me.
“Wow.”
“Keith—”
“So while I’m buying you that necklace, giving you money, taking care of Carter, trying to fix us—you still fucking that nigga?”
“I stopped!”
“Because you got pregnant?”
“No!”
“Then why?”
“Because I was done!”
“After a year and a half?”
“Yes!”
He laughed again and shook his head.
“Convenient as hell.”
My phone started ringing on the dresser.
Mom.
I sighed.
My mother and father had been up me and Heather’s asses ever since everything came out.
Calls.
Texts.
My mother crying.
My father wanting to know what the fuck was wrong with us.
Everybody had something to say.
I declined the call.
Keith watched me.
“Answer it.”
“I don’t wanna talk to her.”
“Probably should. You might need somewhere to stay.”
