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Chapters (43)
  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

“Trae, let me talk to you for a minute.” I was looking for the envelope, but I didn’t see it. I grabbed his wrist in an attempt to pull him up but he wouldn’t budge. I stood over him and Tasha. “I need to talk to you for a minute. And bring the envelope that Mari’s messy ass just gave you.” He simply looked at me, but he still wouldn’t get up off the couch. Tasha was nestled under him, her arm snaked around his, unwilling to let him go. But I didn’t give up. “Trae, where is that envelope? Let me get that from you right quick.”

“And why would I do that?” he asked.

I stood tall, hands on my hips, looking down at him and his wife. “You know this is some bullshit, and y’all don’t need this, trust me.”

“Don’t worry about it, Angel. I appreciate you looking out, but it’s all good. We good.”

I looked at Tasha, and then back at Trae. He was very relaxed and serene; too damn calm for me. Being home and being back with his family, he was in his element. And Tasha seemed as if she was following his lead. She was sitting there chillin’ as well. “All right then. Suit yourself. I am going to mind my own business.” Since Tasha was so relaxed, why was I so worked up? They damn sure couldn’t say that I didn’t try. As if on cue, Mari came rushing by, heading for the front door. I turned and followed her.

“Are you going to be okay?” I asked, not allowing her to leave before I had my say.

“I’ll be fine, Angel.”

“Okay, cool. But Mari, I want you to keep in touch. You know you are like family, and because of that, I know you won’t mind me saying that you shouldn’t have given that envelope to anyone. Not Kaylin. Not Trae. Not Tasha. It is the past. Kyron is gone, and you need to move on. What’s done is done. He’s not coming back.”

“It’s not done, Angel. That’s where you’re wrong.” With that said, she left out of the house, and then she looked back at me and said, “You’re right, Kyron is gone and he’s not coming back. But I’m not done. I will never be done.” She didn’t look back as she headed down the street and jumped into her truck.