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“Don’t go over there drunk starting no shit.”

“I ain’t starting shit.”

I pulled my coat on.

Frozo stepped in front of me.

“Bro.”

“Move.”

“I’m serious.”

“So am I.”

“Whatever you feeling right now, don’t take that shit over there.”

“I just wanna talk to my wife.”

“That’s not your wife right now.”

I stared at him.

He stared back.

“You better move.”

He sighed and stepped aside.

“Don’t do no stupid shit.”

I opened his front door.

“I ain’t.”

“Xay.”

I looked back.

Frozo’s face was dead serious.

“Leave them fucking kids out of it.”

I didn’t answer.

I walked outside.

Cold air hit me in the face.

My phone was already in my hand before I made it to the sidewalk.

I pulled up Sam’s name.

Called.

Straight to voicemail.

I called again.