Jenna started toward the park, but I balked. “Not that way. It'll be too crowded soon."
We started the opposite way toward the dairy on the corner. “Yeah, this way's better," Jenna agreed. “I'm craving some chocolate milk anyway."
As soon as we were far enough from Jerry's earshot, which was why I assumed she didn't say anything at first, Jenna started. “It's not yours," she said, and no three words had ever sounded like such music to my ears.
I had to refrain from hugging her or thanking God at the top of my lungs. Visuals of me jumping in the air, fist-pumping, danced in my head as she explained about a stupid argument she'd gotten into on f*******:. Her baby's dad's ex-girlfriend accused her of screwing her man while they were still together.
“My sister Nicole"—Jenna rolled her eyes
