Everyone else slept at Kai’s house.
But tonight, I couldn’t seem to shut my f*****g eyes. With my hand stuffed into my sweatpants pocket, I laid in bed, stared up at the bland ceiling, and rubbed my fingers against Mom’s suicide note. As ironic as it was, the note was the only thing keeping me sane right now.
Ana lay next to Imani on Kai’s bed, her head in the crook of her shoulder and her eyes closed for once. Lately, she’d had a hard time sleeping, but not tonight. She had fallen asleep like she hadn’t slept in ages.
If only I could’ve.
But after seeing that woman with her daughter at the restaurant today, all I could seem to think about was Mom and Ana. I wanted her back so badly and would do anything—f*****g anything—to have her again, so Ana could have a normal life.
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