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“I was there!”

“And fucking two of her relatives!”

“I came home every fucking night!”

Frozo laughed.

Actually laughed.

“Nigga, you want a trophy?”

I stood up.

“Man, fuck this.”

“Where you going?”

“I don’t fucking know.”

“Then sit down.”

“I said I’m good.”

“You drunk.”

“I can fucking walk.”

“Good. Walk around my living room.”

I started pacing again.

I couldn’t sit still.

Every time I stopped moving, I saw that fucking footage.

Sam walking toward Levin.

Sam touching him.

Sam kissing him.

My Sam.

The same woman who used to get irritated if I came home too late without calling.

The same woman who packed my lunch when she packed the kids’ shit.

The same woman I could reach for in the middle of the night without even opening my eyes.

Now she was packing overnight bags for my fucking brother.

“Nigga took her to a spa.”

Frozo rubbed his forehead.

“Here we go.”

“A fucking spa, bro.”