After we left the hospital, Imani came back to my place with us. All night, I watched her chat with João and Landon and play with Ana from afar. And all f*****g night, I tried to gather up the courage to finally tell her.
At ten p.m., João took Ana into the bedroom to put her to bed, Landon was half-asleep in my chair, and Imani stood up and walked toward me with her purse hanging off her shoulder.
“My phone’s dying,” she said.
“I have a charger.”
She frowned. “And I should get home to talk to my mom.”
“You’re not going alone.”
“The chaos has died down enough,” she said to me, walking up the stairs to the door. When we walked out, she glanced at my bike. “It’s just a drive across the neighborhood, and I don’t want you driving on that thing in the ice. It’s too dangerous. Please, stay
