We both know they’re not envious of the hell we’ve been going through. No one in their right mind would be. They’re also not envious of what happened to us three days ago—the same day we learned a Calloway died. Also known as the day another member of Luna’s family walked in on me giving her head. History repeats itself in strange ways, and I don’t know what it says about me that this happened yet again. What didn’t repeat: Keeping it under wraps.
