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face.
    Jurnee closed the door. “I’m sorry this has happened to—”
    â€œWhat did she say to you?”
    Jurnee closed her eyes. She couldn’t lie to him. “She told me not to try to talk her out of going back to . . . Martellus.”
    â€œWho the fuck is he!”
    Jurnee opened her eyes. “Kandi met him when she was dancing up in Atlanta, and they started an affair back then. And—”
    â€œHe’s married?”
    â€œWas,” Jurnee answered.
    â€œSo, she’s been fuckin’ this nigga behind my back since day one!”
    Jurnee couldn’t reply.
    â€œHow the fuck she just up and run off!” he shouted. “Ain’t done nothing to be treated like this and yet—” He paused, turning his head away.
    â€œI don’t like this, Trevon. You gotta believe me, okay?” Jurnee sympathized.
    â€œWhere are they going?” he asked, looking up.
    â€œI really don’t know. He has a home up in New York and one in Denver.”
    Trevon shamelessly wiped his eyes. “Oh, the nigga get money, huh?”
    She nodded. “Plenty. He owns a record label, and last year he tried to buy an NBA team.”
    â€œSo she left me for money,” he stated, shaking his head.
    â€œTrust me, I’m not standing up for her, but I think it’s more than that.”
    Trevon looked around the bedroom. Signs of LaToria were everywhere. A pair of her panties were folded up a top a stack of clean clothes. On the dresser, her perfume and cosmetics reminded him of how she would apply lip gloss in the nude. “This can’t be real,” he muttered.
    â€œDon’t let this break you.” Jurnee moved across the room and placed a hand on his muscular shoulder.
    â€œAin’t—” His words couldn’t be found to express the pain over losing LaToria.
    Jurnee sat down and waited a few seconds before she spoke. “Why was she going to have an abortion?”
    â€œWhat!” Trevon came to his feet. “Who told you some bullshit like that?”
    Jurnee shook her head. “No one. But I found this in the second bathroom.” She reached inside her jean pocket and pulled out the medical form.
    â€œWhat’s this?” Trevon asked, unfolding the paper.
    â€œShe was—or is—still planning to have an abortion later this month.”
    Trevon’s entire world was crushed. Losing LaToria was one thing, but for her to kill their child to lay under another nigga was out of order. “How the fuck can she do this to me!” He shook the form in Jurnee’s face.
    â€œI’m on your side—”
    â€œFuck being on my side!” he shouted. “She gonna kill my firstborn and push me out of the picture like my voice don’t count! This . . . this some bullshit! How can she even look at herself in the mirror! How !”
    Jurnee winced when he shouted.
    Trevon, even in his rage, saw the sudden fear in Jurnee. She had tears in her eyes, but Trevon knew the deeper fear that made her jump. Dropping his hands, he went down on one knee. “Don’t be afraid of me, okay? I . . . I shouldn’t be yelling at you, and I’m sorry.”
    She nodded. “Kandi is wrong.” She sobbed, reaching for his hand.
    Trevon didn’t know the words to speak. Doing what he felt was right, he took her into his arms. “I can’t let her kill my child,” he said, meaning every word. “I can go on without her, but I want my seed.”
    Jurnee could agree with him. Making a quick choice, she spoke what was dwelling in her mind. “I’ll help you,” she said, tightening her embrace around his neck. In his arms she felt safe. Their closeness also made her feel awkward.
    â€œYou don’t have to—”
    â€œNo.” She lifted her head off his shoulder to look into his eyes. “Let me do this. What she is doing to you. You don’t deserve.”
    Trevon placed his