Get Bahati’s arm fixed
Get to know my daughter (DOING)
Figure out what the fuck I’m going to do with Solana
Leave the mob entirely ormarryBahati orSolana
Get DNA test
Spend time with my daughter(DOING)(ON PAUSE)
Tell my mama about Shya
Keep Solana in real nigga rehab untilshe clean(TBD)
Get SECOND DNA test
Check on Bahati’s apartment
Don’t fuckUriah ANYBODYSOLANA
Get to the root of Shya’s constant crying
Get THIRD DNA test or say fuck it
Marry Bahati IF she is innocent
Pay for that cocaine
Decide if Solana can see Shya
Find out what happened to Bahati’s apartment building
Chapter 23
Solana Damita Ledesma
Today, I was reminded that I’d trapped my wife. I’d trapped her in an unfortunate and unconventional situation, knowing it wouldn’t be the fairy tale I promised. I write these words, the only reason I’m not as upset as I was earlier is because I’ve had my fix…
“This isn’t right! This isn’t right, and you know it!”
Tears flooded Shannon’s face, but only one eye was producing them. She began pacing back and forth with her hand on her lower back, and if it were possible, she would’ve worn a hole in the floor.
“Siana, please calm down!”
With an abrupt stop, she faced me, and I had to hold back my cringe. Her left eye was swollen, purple, and dried blood surrounded the creases.
”How can you say calm down? Look at me!”
“Siana—”
“My name is fucking Shannon! It’s SHANNON!” she shouted.
“I know your name, baby. I know it.”
“Well, stop calling me Siana!”
“You know why I call you Siana.”
