“You knew about me.”
Hannah’s expression changed. “Yeah. I knew.”
“You worked for me.”
“I know where I worked.”
“You sat in my fucking shop with me every day. You knew me and this man had been together damn near our whole lives.”
“And he knew that too.”
I stared at her.
Hannah shifted JJ closer to her side. “So don’t stand here putting all that shit on me like he ain’t the one who owed you something.”
“Oh, bitch, I know exactly what the fuck he owed me. I’m talking to you right now.”
“And I’m telling you, talk to your man.”
“My man?” I laughed through the tears still running down my face. “Apparently he your fucking man too.”
Hannah rolled her eyes. “I ain’t doing this with you.”
That did it. I stepped toward her. “You ain’t doing what with me?”
Van moved immediately. “Lee.”
I ignored him.
Hannah looked me up and down. “All this yelling and carrying on ain’t necessary. My son standing right here.”
“Then maybe you should’ve thought about your fucking son before you started running your mouth.”
“Lee,” Van said again, closer this time.
Hannah’s face hardened. “What you not finna do is come over here acting crazy with me because your nigga lied to you.”
“My nigga?”
“You heard me.”
I moved before I thought about it. “Bitch-”
Van caught me around the waist before I made it two steps.
“Lee. No.”
“Get the fuck off me!”
“Hell no.” He tightened his arms when I tried to twist away. “She’s pregnant.”
“I don’t give a fuck!”
“Yes, you do.” Van pulled me back another step when I tried to get around him. “You just got home. You’re not going back over this shit.”
Going back.
Those two words hit me hard enough that I stopped fighting him. My chest was heaving, tears running down my face while I stared at Hannah over Van’s arm. She had pulled JJ behind her now, keeping him close while he watched all of us with wide eyes.