“Nah.” Khari shook his head definitively. “Nah, I’m not agreeing to that shit. I told you then if we got married, it was on some for-life shit. Where I come from, ain’t no divorcing.” “Your parents are divorced,” I reminded him. “Nah. They’re not.” He eyed me seriously, letting me know Prime was his father as he’d told me many times before.
