Tasha stood in front of the mirror in her small apartment, frowning at her reflection. At twenty-six, she was still getting used to her postpartum body. Her hips had widened, her belly was softer, but it was her breasts that shocked her the most. Three weeks after giving birth, they were massive — swollen, heavy, and so full of milk they felt like they might burst. The thin white tank top she wore did nothing to hide them. Her dark n*****s poked hard against the fabric, and two growing wet spots were already spreading around them. Warm milk kept leaking out no matter what she did.
The baby was finally asleep in the next room, and Tasha had just sat down on the couch with a sigh when she heard a knock at the door. It was late — almost eleven. She peeked through the peephole and saw Jamal s
