CHAPTER FOURLater that night
Once Kreon made it down to the end of the hallway to the chipped green apartment door marked with the fading number 15, he knocked and stuck his hand back inside of his hoodie, looking about to see if anyone was watching him.
“Who is it?” he heard his uncle’s voice boom from the opposite side.
“It’s Kre, Unc!” he hollered back.
“Hold on, man,” he heard his uncle again. A couple of seconds later, he was undoing the locks and pulling the door open. Kreon crossed the threshold and his uncle, Omar, shut the door behind him. He made sure to lock all the locks that aligned the door before turning around to his nephew. “What’s up, boy?” He dapped him up with a latex gloved hand.
“Ain’t much, just slid through here tryna get right.”
“Is that right? Where yo’ momm
