“Yeah, well, bitches who show up with babies in the middle of the night say otherwise,” Morgan shot back. That fateful night played back in her mind. It was the moment her life changed forever. The moment love became hate. The day destiny was erased. Everything they had built came tumbling down that fateful night.

“That girl with the baby wasn’t a bitch I was fucking,” Messiah said.

“Sure,” Morgan said sarcastically. “She flexed on your doorstep in the middle of the night, talking about you were hiding your family. Your lying ass has a baby and a bitch tucked away somewhere, and you act like I’m supposed to just forget that part, like you can separate the two and pretend they don’t exist.” Morgan scoffed. Rehashing these moments only built her resentment.

“It ain’t like that, Mo,” Messiah said.

“Then what is it like?” Morgan asked. Her eyes prickled, swelling so much that she couldn’t stop the tears from falling. “Just be honest with me, Messiah! How could you let that happen to us? How did we get here?”

Messiah leaned across the center console. A fist to her hair kept Morgan in place as he pressed his forehead to hers.

She knew him well enough to see the struggle tearing through him like a storm. He gritted his teeth. He was holding her so tightly it hurt, but she would rather feel the pain than to disconnect.

“I loved you. It’s like you want to say something to me, but you won’t. You want me to trust you, but you shut me out of your life for two years. You left me out in the world without you, alone, on purpose. I’d never do that to you. Why won’t you just talk to me?”

“I can’t, Mo,” he said. “But fuck with me anyway, like you used to, Mo. Believe in me, shorty. Over everything, over what you think you know. Trust me when I tell you, you don’t.”

She wanted to give in to him. She wanted to go back and be who they used to be. M&M. Forever. The fucking scheduled tweet still went out every week.

“I can’t,” she whispered.