“Have you changed your mind about being true to a nigga you’re divorcing?” I sighed as he moved his hand from the wall beside my head to my cheek. “I don’t know. I just—I miss you. A lot. And-and my husband is pulling all these stunts, making these outlandish demands. He’s trying to take Genesis from me, or at least my half of it, and I’m stressed and it feels like I’ll never be free of him, but I can’t really move on until—”
