A month later, I was back to being my old self, building my strength up from working out at the gym, boxing, and swimming laps in the pool at my parents’ home. I hadn’t gone home because I knew she wasn’t there, and the smell of her surrounded everything in our condo. I remembered the last argument when I tried to see her at Savio’s house.
“Sante, she doesn’t want to talk to you right now.” McKayla stood at the door, holding my nephew. Savio was out with my brothers and told me not to upset his wife, but she was the only one who could talk some sense into Rena. McKayla knew, based on her past with Savio, the deep need to only want that one person who hurt you.
“McKayla, tell her I’m not leaving until she talks to me.”
“She needs space; you do as well.”
“Would he be here if you gave spa
