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His eyes came back to mine.

“And I know he knew what I did before today.”

I swallowed.

“So before you run off for your little weekend…”

He stepped closer.

“You might wanna ask that nigga whether fucking you started because he wanted Samantha…”

His eyes hardened.

“…or because he wanted to hurt Xavier.”

That one landed exactly where he meant it to.

I didn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing it.

I picked up my bag.

“Kids’ bedtime is eight-thirty.”

“Sam—”

“Serenity’s bottles are already made. They’re in the refrigerator. Michael needs his bath before bed because he skipped last night. Zion has homework he claims he doesn’t have. He does. It’s in the front pocket of his backpack.”

“You seriously about to leave?”

“Yes.”

“To go see him?”

I looked at Xay.

“Especially now.”

His face tightened.

“Because unlike you, when somebody tells me something that affects my life…”

I opened the door.

“…I ask questions.”

I walked out.

But by the time I reached my car, my hand was already wrapped around my phone.

Levin’s name sat right there on the screen.

And for the first time since Thanksgiving, seeing it didn’t make me smile.

It made me fucking angry.

LEVIN

We were going to Puerto Rico for the weekend.