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  1. WAHIDA CLARK PRESENTS:
  2. Chapter One
  3. Chapter Two
  4. Chapter Three
  5. Chapter Four
  6. Chapter Five
  7. Chapter Six
  8. Chapter Seven
  9. Chapter Eight
  10. Chapter Nine
  11. Chapter Ten
  12. Chapter Eleven
  13. Chapter Twelve
  14. Chapter Thirteen
  15. Chapter Fourteen
  16. Chapter Fifteen
  17. Chapter Sixteen
  18. Chapter Seventeen
  19. Chapter Eighteen
  20. Chapter Nineteen
  21. Chapter Twenty
  22. Chapter Twenty-One
  23. Chapter Twenty-Two
  24. Chapter Twenty-Three
  25. Chapter Twenty-Four
  26. Chapter Twenty-Five
  27. Chapter Twenty-Six
  28. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  29. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  30. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  31. Chapter Thirty
  32. Chapter Thirty-One
  33. Chapter Thirty-Two
  34. Chapter Thirty-Three
  35. Chapter Thirty-Four
  36. Chapter Thirty-Five
  37. Chapter Thirty-Six
  38. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  39. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  40. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  41. Chapter Forty
  42. Chapter Forty-One
  43. Wahida Clark on Mental and Behavioral Health

I turned the tape off, and my stomach dropped to my knees. I was sick. Did Trae watch this one? What if the DNA test was wrong? It was close together; the time I was with Trae, and the rape. My head was fucked up. A sense of dread flooded through me, but I decided to take a nap and calm my nerves. But shit, what if this was Kyron’s baby?

ANGEL

I guess you could say I’d gotten spoiled over the past three years since my baby started school. Jahara was eight years old and very independent. My life had been family, work, and time for myself. I had a spa day with a massage every Saturday. A day for a mani and pedi, and a private hairdresser who came to the office. I was in the office from 9:00 a.m. to 9:00 p.m., and I jumped on a plane at least once a week.

But since the shooting my life was totally different. I was no longer the lawyer at my husband’s record company. I felt like I was just a housewife and I didn’t like it. I couldn’t see how Tasha did it.

I was trying to adjust to this new life of semi-hiding, morning sickness, and Kay being in China. For how long, I didn’t know. We had tours and new album release parties that I had to turn over to our new manager, Seth Cohen, a young, smart, hungry, Jewish cat. I never realized what a control freak I was until I had to loosen the reins. I loved when we would break in new artists: the media frenzy, and how we took our artists to Greece, Spain, the UK, Africa. Game Over Records would crush it.

I was going through all these tumultuous emotions. Even with Aunt Marva’s help, I was trying to take care of five children, three rough-and-tumble boys, and two precocious little girls. Some relief came when Kyra arrived, supposedly to get Aisha, but she wound up staying with us. Kyra was due in about four weeks, but she wasn’t nearly as big as Tasha, who was still on bed rest. We had three able-bodied women to help with the twins, Kareem and Shaheem, Caliph, and the girls, Jahara and Aisha.

This morning I woke up and my first thought was, I’m going to stay in bed until noon and have some time to myself. This was going to be a me-day. I would do my own mani and pedi and enjoy myself. Suddenly, I heard Tasha yell my name.

“Angel! Marva! Anybody up? It’s real this time. My water broke!”

MARI