“That’s between you and Xay.”
He walked out of the bedroom.
“Keith!”
The door slammed.
I stood there holding Carter against my chest.
My phone started ringing again.
Mom.
This time, I answered.
“What?”
“Avery?”
I closed my eyes.
“What, Ma?”
Her voice softened immediately.
“Baby, are you crying?”
I looked toward the bedroom door.
Then down at Carter.
And for the first time since this whole shit blew up, I couldn’t blame Xay.
Couldn’t blame Heather.
Couldn’t blame Sam.
Couldn’t even blame Keith.
I had done this shit to myself.
“Yeah, Ma.”
“What happened?”
I swallowed.
“Can me and Carter come stay with you guys for a little while?”
14
HEATHER & XAVIER
HEATHER
Christmas and New Year’s had came and fucking went, and honestly, I barely noticed either one.
Too much shit had happened.