“Hit me if you need anything, love.” “Like what?” I frowned, truly wondering. “Anything, even if it’s wipes and Pull-Ups.” “Okay.” I nodded, knowing I wouldn’t feel comfortable doing such a thing. “Or shit, just to kick the shit, vent. I don’t really care what it is long as I see ya name on my phone. I know shit can get lonely being in the space you in, feeling like everybody hate you and shit or got some opinion about you.”
