Her heels against the wooden floor echoed as she crossed the room and touched the mirror in front of her.

Don’t let anybody stop your dream, Morgan Atkins

Ahmeek

He had written in black marker right on the glass, and Morgan sobbed as she placed one hand to his name.

Her life was in shambles. She had mishandled so many things. Messiah hated her. After discovering this gift, she was sure Ahmeek hated her as well. Bash was going to make her life a living hell. Her babies weren’t around to make it better. Morgan felt herself going dark. She could feel herself giving up. A girl who was so addicted to love possessed none. Morgan pulled out her phone and dialed Aria’s number as she sat on the floor, resting her head against the mirror in despair.

“Morgan? It’s two in the morning.” Aria’s sleepy voice came through the phone.

“Messiah knows about the twins.” Morgan couldn’t waste time apologizing for the late hour. She didn’t even have time for a greeting.

“Bitch, I know you fucking lying!” Aria exclaimed. All hints of exhaustion were gone.

“I wish I were,” Morgan answered. “He took them. He was so mad. Then I found this key to this dance studio. Ahmeek bought me a dance studio for graduation, and I didn’t even say thank you. I didn’t even know it was here. So I’ve lost not one man but two. I fucked up. I fucked all this up, Aria. How did I end up being the one to hurt people? They hate me, Aria. I love them, and they both hate me.” Morgan sobbed as she gripped the phone and clenched her eyes tightly. “Messiah couldn’t even look at me.”

“Where are you, Mo? Are you still at the dance studio? I’m going to come,” Aria said.

Morgan sniffed and wiped her nose with the back of her hand. “No, you don’t have to. I just … I don’t know. I just feel like I have no one. I’m fine. I’ll talk to you later.”

Morgan hung up the phone and stood. She snatched off her jacket and looked around the room until she located the speaker system. She rushed to it like her life depended on it and connected her phone. Play. Repeat. She would be here for a while.

When you sayyy,

You understand, you with the plan, you done with him

You better mean it

Repeat.

Repeat.

Repeat.

Repeat.