Page 45 of Loving a Libra
“Unfortunately, I understand all too well what it means to have parents who are physically present, and it ends there. We aren’t your parents, but we’re here to love and support you in any way you need. I know what it’s like to go through a pregnancy without support from your mother. If you need anything, promise me you won’t hesitate to call me.”
I nodded as I wiped my tears. “I promise.”
We hugged again, but this time, it was longer, and it meant so much more than any other time. I was so overwhelmed with emotion, and Mama Kia let me cry in her arms.
By the time we left the home of my future in-laws, I felt light and more excited than I’d ever been about the future. I’d prayed for days like this and wouldn’t take them for granted.
“You did what?”
“I went to the police station to file a missing person’s report for Devyn.”
I was in my office, sitting behind my desk, and Maurice had just barged in announcing what he’d done. I tried to hold in my laughter, but this was too fucking funny not to laugh. It took me a good two minutes to gather myself, and after catching my breath and wiping the tears from my eyes, I responded to an angry Maurice.
“I hope they told you how crazy you were and sent you on your way.”
“Pretty much, and I’m pissed they didn’t take me seriously.”
“Bruh, she packed up her shit and moved. I’m not sure why you thought they’d consider her a missing person.”
“Because her ass is missing. I’ve gone up to her job damn near every day to see if I can catch her, and she hasn’t shown up. Finally, I ran into someone who was willing to give me some information, but all they said was that she didn’t work there anymore.”
Thankfully, they didn’t say any more than that.
“At least you can stop wasting your time going up there now.”
“She didn’t block me on Flikstagram, but she hasn’t posted there in months. I wanna send her a message, but then she’ll block me, and I won’t have any access to her.”
“You weren’t this obsessed with her before she left your ass. She’s gone, bruh. Now you’re free to fuck all the women you want without the hassle of sneaking around. It’s been three weeks. You might want to move on.”
He paced back and forth in front of my desk with his arms folded across his chest. Suddenly, he paused and gave me a suspicious look.
“You know something, don’t you?”
“I know a lot of things about a lot of shit.”
“You know what the fuck I mean. You’ve talked to her and know where she is.”
“What makes you say that?” I asked with a smirk.
“Let me see your phone.”
“For what?”
“Because she’ll answer a call from you.”
“Have you ever thought that maybe she doesn’t want to be found? I’m not giving you my phone.”
He took a step toward my desk and slammed his fists on the surface before shouting, “Nigga, whose side are you on?”
I hopped from my seat and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. “Not yours.”
I pushed him aggressively, and he stumbled, his back slamming against the door. After regaining his composure, he fixed his shirt and left my office, which was the smartest thing he could do. The last time we went to blows about Devyn, one of our employees saved him from an ass whupping. It was early, so we were the only ones in the building, except for the cooks. No one was here to save him this time.
I returned my attention to my work, and before I knew it, a few hours had passed. I picked up my cell phone and saw that I’d been so engrossed in my work that I missed a text from Devyn.
Dee:
Headed to work.
