I leaned back, studying the screen, my lips slowly pulling to a grin with each swipe, taking in everything: her scrubs, the different hairstyles she never wore for me. It looked like she was living more and going out more.
She created a new life without me; I couldn’t let that stick.
I slowed down on scrolling, paying attention more to her and what was around her in her pictures. I couldn’t find her job or the address to her place, but I did see that she tagged a girl in her picture, Kenya.
I tapped on the girl’s profile, scrolled a lil’ bit, then caught it.
The uniform with a badge.
I zoomed in on the picture and found the name of the hospital.
HCA Healthcare was my starting point.
I smiled. “Bingo.”
“Oh shit,” Bully said.
I looked up from my phone. “Y’all niggas ready to hit the road?”
“Right now?” Kronic asked.
I nodded.
Bully shrugged. “I guess, nigga.”
We went into the living room, put together a few blunts, grabbed a bottle of Henny, and we were on the road that night.
We took turns driving; the highways stretched in front of us, dark and empty; the only sound was our engine and our music.
Hours passed, we stopped when we needed to, smoked when we felt like it. Most of the time we were quiet. They let me be in my head, probably realizing I was set in ways.
By the time we crossed into the A, the sky had started to light up, but the city was still asleep. Finally, we pulled into a hotel, and Kronic got us a suite. Once we got in the room, we dropped our bags and sat down on the couch.
“Iight nigga, we here now, what’s the move?” Bully asked.
They both looked at me, waiting for my response.
“Y’all can do what you feel like, but I’ma go find my girl.”
Chapter 28
Worries
As soon as I pulled into the parking garage at work, the hairs on my arms stood up, and I had a shiver down my spine. I took a deep breath and tried to shake it off, but couldn’t.
After my momma told me that she had talked to Gio, I had been on edge. Not because I was worried I would go back, but because I didn’t know what he would do knowing I was with somebody.
Before I walked inside, I called Love, and he answered right away.
“Wussup, baby girl, are you okay?”
His voice calmed me a lil’ bit.
“I’m so-so. I just have a strange feeling,” I said, looking around.
“You want me to send niggas to sit outside the hospital with a picture of that nigga?”
I smirked. “No, baby, it’s okay, I just needed to hear your voice.”