Page 244 of When a Soul Cries

She had room to run.

She was safe.

And judging by the way she was spinning in circles now, she was happy as hell about it.

I carried the box into the kitchen and set it on the counter.

“So, you thought about how you’re decorating?”

Sol looked around.

“A little.”

“What’s the vision?”

She shrugged, smoothing her hands down the front of her shirt.

“Honestly, I haven’t started working yet, so I’m just gonna do it room by room. Get what I can when I can.”

She glanced toward Halo.

“For right now, I’m just happy we got our own space.”

I nodded.

“It’s gonna come together.”

“I know.”

“And you need a couch first because my ass is not sitting on this floor every time I come over.”

“Then bring your own chair.”

I turned toward her.

“Oh, now you got an address and don’t know how to act?”

Sol laughed and pushed my shoulder as she walked past me.

Her phone started ringing on the kitchen counter.

She glanced at the screen.

I didn’t have to ask.

Something about the way her face changed told me exactly who it was.

“Ooh.”

“Shut up.”

“I ain’t say nothing.”

“You made a sound.”

Sol picked up the phone.

“Hello?”