India Westbrooks
I rolled my eyes in fustration. I'm finally ready to tell Ray the truth and he doesn't answer any of my calls.
Michael has been so stressed lately, you can tell. He doesn't get any sleep because he's always working or at football practice. On top of that- he's still worried about me.
"Baby? You okay?" I looked up and saw Michael with Chinese food in his hand.
He's been trying so hard lately, making sure I was okay and treating me like a queen.
"I'm fine." I whispered. "But we need to talk."
"I agree." He scoffed. He sat down beside me. "You first."
I bit my lip. "Maybe we should....go our different ways for a while."
His face expression changed, he widen his eyes and his cheeks reddened. "India what do you mean? What I do?"
"You did'nt do anything Michael." I sigh
