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“He’s good.”

“When his next appointment?”

“February third. Ten-thirty.”

“Aight.”

I nodded.

Because that was where me and Xay were now.

Collin.

Nothing else.

No sneaking.

No promises.

No waiting for him to leave Samantha.

No listening to bullshit about soon.

Just our son.

I walked away.

My phone vibrated before I reached the elevator.

For half a second, I hoped it was Sam.

It wasn’t.

Destiny: Soooooo how much they got Mr. Community Dick paying?

I stared at the message.

Then laughed right there in the courthouse hallway.

Me: Bitch I hate you.

Her response came immediately.

Destiny: $???

I shook my head.

Me: 168 a week.

Three dots.

Then—

Destiny: For his SIXTH child??? That payroll department bout to know that nigga personally

“I’m blocking your ass.”

I said it out loud even though she couldn’t hear me.