“Does it matter if he finds out? Quasim has written whatever I thought we had off.” “He has not.” Capri yelled in the background. “Both of you make excuses for him, and honestly you need to stop. He’s a grown man and he should communicate with me. Instead, I get a scripture every Sunday and a generic check-in with me… I’m tired.”
shit girl me too! all these mixed signals gotta STOP
