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“You answered!” Mya noted, surprised.
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“Well, the last time you texted me back you said you had a lot going on.”
“I do,” I admitted while going back to the tab of the nail tech school I’d decided on. The need to type in my new address was imminent.
“Well, girl! What’s going on?”
“I’m moving.”
Mya gasped. “Where? Have you told the girls? Nisha and Lisa told me they’ve spoken to you recently, and I’m feeling left out!”
“No, I haven’t told them. So please keep this between us.”
“You know I will! Spill!”
“I filed for divorce from Kelvin.” Mya didn’t react to that. “He moved out. His mother did, too.”
“Okay,” she spoke in a way to tell me to keep going.
“Yeah,” I inhaled. “Well, now I can be free to do what I want. I don’t see the need to stay here in Raleigh.”
“So, where will you go?”
I delayed for a few seconds to finish the application I’d started two days ago. “Can you keep a secret, secret?”
“You can tell me anything. You know that!”
“Okay. So, I’ve been seeing this woman. Tricia. We started out as friends earlier this year. But we’ve…you know…” Mya’s hard, audible, scandalous gasp caused me to feel awful. “We’re spiritually connected now. Let’s put it that way. She’s got a place inMacen Beach—”
“So, that bitch got money!”
“Ehhhh… It’s more like her parents invested at the right time. It’s been her family’s vacation home for a while. No one really visits there, so she asked her parents for it. They’ve accepted her coming out and okayed it.”
“Bitch!”
“Yup, girl. I’m moving to South Carolina.”
When I opened the door, I didn’t expect to see him alone. He’d aged over the years, but his warm, honey skin was still wrinkled and heavily blemished from brutal fights and scuffs with law enforcement. The blood drop tattoos were still bright and proudly posted. But those deep, caramel-hued eyes and wavy hair pulled into a sleek ponytail still reminded me of my lineage.
“Hey,” I tried for soft, but cheery. “Come in.”
He strolled inside slowly with confidence, clad in a leather jacket. His naturally slanted eyes gave off an intimidating glare. His powerful silence had men shaking in their boots, and I could see why. Chino Brim from Amhurst Street was a known killer. His reputation stretched from the streets of Essex County, out to the penile system.
Finally, he asked in his infamous, taut tenor, “How long you been here?” His inspection of the living room wouldn’t stop.
I licked my lips. “Just this week.”
Literally two days ago, I moved into theSamsaraproperty. I still had mine and Scott’s things at my house in Raleigh. The school I applied to wanted me to come in person to sign paperwork and to sit for an hour orientation. Also, Jade had me meet with a few of her investors to present my prospective curriculum for the training program and policy manual she’d, hopefully, be using soon to launch the business. That was yesterday. They loved my ideas so much, Jade and I were able to throw around some numbers for me to come aboard to help her with the launch. She was generous and rather aggressive. We agreed to put a pin in me possibly partnering with her at some point in the future.
“How’d you find it?”
“Ummmm… A realtor—broker,” I corrected myself. “I guess it’s the same thing, huhn?” I laughed nervously.
He swung around to face me. “Nah. It’s not. Two different titles. Which one helped you out?”
I nodded, pulse racing. “She’s a broker.”
