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“If I learned one thing through all the shit that went down between Remy and me, it’s that you gotta put everything out on the table. I almost lost her because I didn’t do that. Don’t make the same mistakes I did. If you love her, then hear her out. There has to be an explanation. Do you really want to live the rest of your life wondering?” Mikel asked.
Andre’s stomach churned with anxiety. It hurts too much. “People don’t change.”
Mikel winced.
Shit.“I didn’t mean it like that. You realize every one of the women I’ve seriously dated in my life has cheated on me?”
“Mia isn’t Tiffany. We all hated your ex. The only reason we were civil was because you really cared for her. We knew she was a bad egg from the beginning. But, Mia . . . she’s gotten pretty close with Remy,” Mikel said.
“And Jasmine,” Bently added.
“You know the girls have better instincts about women than we do. They love her. And your sister is devastated because Mia has been avoiding her this past week.” Mikel sighed.
His friends were right. There were more questions than answers. Nothing was adding up. I need to know. But would she give him the truth? And how could he trust her even if she did?
Mikel walked over to the couch, sighing. “What’s this?” He reached down and grasped an envelope peeking out from under the coffee table.
Andre shrugged. “Beats me.”
“It’s got your name on it.” Mikel held out the paper.
“That’s Mia’s writing.” Andre reached for it. How? Tiffany must have taken it before he shut the door in Mia’s face and then stormed to his room.
Bently stood. “Maybe the answers you seek are in there. I’m gonna leave you to it, but I’ll be checking back in on you.”
His friends said their goodbyes before they left him.
Andre took a deep breath to steady himself as he pulled the folded papers out.
Starting with the first line of the first page, he read.
Each page was harder to digest.
He learned more about Mia in these few pages than he had in the months he’d spent sleeping with her. This was the real Mia. It was no wonder she kept to herself. All the trauma. All the times he’d triggered her by mentioning her parents, or the bad juju that followed her around.
Guilt and hurt swirled inside him as he staggered back to his seat. Humbled, his eyes fell onto the last page.
