It was Beatrice.“Hi, Beatrice,” I said slowly, my voice low."Hi, kill you there,” she said, trying to sound tough, but her eyes softened as she looked at me. “Why are you ignoring my texts?” She folded her arms, pretending to be angry, though I could hear the worry underneath.“Nothing,” I muttered.“Nothing?” she repeated. “Where did you go to? I thought I told you to wait for me.”“I couldn’t…” My chest felt heavy. “My mother slept at the prison yesterday.”Beatrice’s face fell. “Shut up, girlie. Didn’t I tell you I was going to involve my dad? You should’ve let me handle that Naomi girl myself.”“I know,” I said quietly. “I trust you, but…”“But what?” she snapped, then gave me a sharp side-eye. “Sex is hungry you right?” she added with a sly grin.“Oh, please,” I said, laughing softly despite myself.“This one that you’re smiling…” she teased. “It wasn’t that bad, abi?”I looked away, rubbing my palms together. “Hmm…”But her words faded into the background. My mind drifted, back
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