“I-I needed to see you boys.” He looked between Solomon and Noah. “Y-your mother’s been hurt and I saw on the news you were here. Congratulations, by the way.” The frown on my husband’s face deepened. “Aight, I’m gon’ ask you again, what are you doing here, Bishop?” “Your mother’s been hurt,” he replied sadly and dropped his head. “She’s on life support and…”
maaaaan let that bitch croak and die
