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most sorrow-filled eyes I have ever witnessed.
                  “Wow, typical woman. I’m trying to calm you down and you accuse me of trying to rape you? Have I ever taken sex from you? Go ahead, Milan, with that bullshit. Leave, I don’t give a fuck anymore,” he sighed and left out the room. I heard the door slam behind him. I knew I fucked up. I should’ve asked.
                  I jumped off the bed and called the only person I knew could shed some light on this: Micah. I grabbed my cellphone and dialed his number. He answered on the first ring. I knew he was in town to help Minka with her move.
                  “Aye, Milan. What’s good?” he asked, cheerful. I guess Minka must have broken him off.
                  “Can you talk?”
                  “Yeah, hold on it’s Donovan…”
                  “Wait! Please don’t answer and just come straight here. Please, Micah, don’t answer,” I begged.
                  “Aight, sis, I’m in your neighborhood… be there in about five minutes.” He ended the call. I hoped like hell he didn’t answer Donovan.
                  More like ten minutes later Micah came in the door with a glow plastered on his face. I knew the fact that Minka was moving to Miami with him had him on cloud nine. He sat at the kitchen counter and I handed him a soda. He cracked it opened.
                  “What’s up, sis?”
                  “Micah, is Donovan a sex offender?” I blurted. He started choking on the soda. I went and patted him on the back then handed him a napkin.
                  “Who told you that?”
                  “Some girl name Kareema and a little girl stopped by a little while ago. She claimed Donovan was a sex offender and they have a daughter together. He came home and I went ham on his ass about it before I even got the chance to ask. While trying to calm me down he pinned me down and I screamed at him not to rape me,” I explained, out of breath.
                  “Why the fuck would you say some dumb shit out your mouth, Milan? Donovan has never tried to rape you before so why would he try now that you found out about his past?” Micah barked. It kind of took me back for a minute. I understood why; I was stupid not to find out what happened before making accusations.
                  “I know, Micah, I fucked up. Can you tell me what happened?”
                  “You should’ve asked that shit before you went assuming shit.”
                  “First, I reacted. Any woman would have who found out her husband was a child rapist. Don’t blame me for my actions, blame me for my delivery,” I snapped. I wasn’t about to let him make me feel like I was the one wrong in this.
                  “Y’all married now. This needs to be worked out. Jacksons don’t get married to get divorced.”
                  “Yeah, whatever. Where’s my sister?”
                  “Packing. She wants to make sure everything arrives in Miami safely. I got a surprise for her ass, too.” He laughed and finished his soda.
                  “I can’t believe you’re moving my sister away from me. What’s the surprise?” I asked, being nosey.
                  “Ok…but don’t tell her! You and Donovan own a vacation house a few blocks down from the house I just closed on.”
                  “You moving in the same neighborhood? You bought another house? Nigga, you balling….huh?”
                  “The house in Calabasas just sold last week, so I got us a new house. She ain’t feeling staying at the house I was leasing.”
                  “I’m glad y’all could get back together and be a family for my niece. Make sure y’all don’t let bitches come in between,” I