17
We hopped the bus to our neighborhood.
We kept to ourselves and didn't say anything.
All the while, Destiny’s phone kept vibrating.
Darius.
He kept sending messages.
Where are you?
Tell me you're alive.
Please, text me!!!!
Every message stabbed me in the heart just a little.
“Can't I just say something?” Destiny asked. “To let him know we’re alive?”
“You won't be able to reply without him asking you more questions,” I said. “I hate it too, Destiny. But let's stay low, okay?”
She nodded and tucked her phone away.
It vibrated again and she closed her eyes.
The last thing we wanted was for Rodgers to pin more information on us. Every message and every word would be used against us.
Greater good.
That was what I told myself.
Keep my cousin on the verge of nervous breakdown
