Devante
“You want me to do… what?” I asked, looking at the phone in disbelief. “I’m sorry, it sounded like you said I should reach out to my mom, but I must be hearing s**t wrong. Tell me I’m hearing s**t wrong, D.”
The line was silent for a moment and I didn’t have to see him to know that he was pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance. I didn’t have to see him because I was doing the same thing. I ran my hand over my face and sighed heavily when he spoke again.
“Look, all I’m saying is, if my mom…,” he started and I cut him off.
“Nah, don’t do that. Your mom didn’t lie to you and manipulate you into a life of poverty when you didn’t have to be. Your mom and my mom are not the same, D. I can’t just… forgive her.”
“And I’m not telling you to,” he said, exasperated. “I’m just sa
