Page 562 of K.I.N.: Karma Is Near

I stared at him.

Then laughed.

I couldn’t even help it.

“Shut the fuck up.”

“I’m serious.”

“You done?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.”

He took another bite.

“So y’all together?”

I looked back at my phone.

That question wasn’t as simple as it sounded.

Yeah.

We were together.

Whatever together looked like for us.

After Xay died, I hadn’t pushed Sam for shit.

Didn’t feel right.

The woman had been preparing to divorce him, found out I’d originally pursued her to hurt him, then before she could even process that shit, somebody killed the nigga.

That was enough emotional damage for one fucking quarter.

So I backed off.

Not disappeared.

Just backed off.

If she called, I answered.

If she needed me, I came.

If she told me she wanted to be alone, I left her the fuck alone.

Eventually, she started calling more.

Then I started staying longer.

Then one night I stayed over.

And unlike before, I didn’t have to sneak out before the kids woke up.

That part had been strange as fuck.