I sat with Gee on my bed, a week after the court had happened. Gee was again doing a lot better now. I think just knowing his parents wouldn't be able to touch him made him feel safer.
“I need to paint my nails again,” he said, looking down at his fingers.
I reached over and handed him my bottle of black nail polish. He took it in his hand, biting his lip as he looked at it.
“I-I don't think i wanna paint my nails black anymore,” he said.
I raised my eyebrows. Gee usually just wears dark clothes and paints his nails black.
“What color do you want?” I asked.
“Um, purple,” he chose.
“I don't have purple,” I said. “I'm sure Jamia does.”
“Ooh, can I go over to Jamia’s?” Gee asked. “I haven't seen her in a while. I miss her.”
“Yeah, of course you can go over there,” I said. “Jus
