Page 488 of K.I.N.: Karma Is Near

Nothing crazy.

Cute little private villa. Chef. Pool. Somewhere warm where Sam could get away from Jersey for a couple days and stop thinking about her fucked-up family.

My duffel was packed.

Flight was handled.

Driver was supposed to pick us up in a couple hours.

Everything was good.

At least I thought it was.

Sam texted me that she was outside, and when I opened my front door, the look on her face told me we wasn’t going no motherfucking Puerto Rico.

“Nigga, you started fucking with me just to get back at Xavier?”

I was fucking stuck.

Not because I didn’t have an answer.

Because I knew exactly where she got that shit from.

Xay.

“Come inside, Sam.”

“Nah. I’ma stand right here. ‘Cause if I come inside, it’s not gonna be good.”

I scoffed.

“Okay.”

She stared at me.

“So?”

I rubbed my beard.

I looked at her.

She looked hurt.

Not crying.

That would’ve been easier.

Sam was standing there with her overnight bag still hanging off her shoulder, looking at me like she was waiting to find out if she’d been made a fucking fool out of twice.

And I couldn’t lie to her.

“It started like that.”

Her face changed.

“Oh.”

“Sam—”