I tossed and turned all night, my body restless and my mind jolting me awake with nightmares of finding Mom dead over and over again. The mind was the cruelest f*****g part of the body sometimes, making me think about s**t that I wanted to bury.
When I finally opened my puffy eyes, sunlight blared through the window. I lay on the ground in my living room and in the arms of Imani. She had her head back against the couch, her lips parted slightly, her fingers in my hair, and her breathing even. She should’ve f*****g been at school.
But she was here with me.
She had stayed the night, had come when Ana called, and hell, picked up the phone when my number flashed on her screen, even when she was pissed at me. I wouldn’t have blamed her if she hadn’t shown up. I had been an asshole to her lat
