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sighed again.
    “If you still have sex, that’s a good sign.”
    “But it didn’t mean anything. He made that clear.”
    “Yes it did. Ryan’s in love with you. Don’t ever lose faith in that.”
    “Okay.”
    If Ryan heard our conversation, he pretended he didn’t , or didn’t care about what we were saying.
    When there was a knock on the door, Ryan was the first to respond. “Stay.”
    I glared at him. “We aren’t dogs.”
    “Since you don’t listen to me, I have to fucking you treat you like one,” he snapped. He looked through the peephole before he opened the door. “Hey, man. Thanks for coming.”
    Cortland walked inside with his arm around Monnique. She seemed s ad, miserable. Her eyes were red like she had been crying, and her lips were most from previous tears. She clung to Cortland like he was supplying her with any life she had left. I wondered if she knew about everything.
    “Are you okay?” I asked.
    Monnique said nothing.
    Cortland kissed her on the head before he came closer to the table. “Monnique’s mom passed away.”
    “Ohmigod,” I blurted.
    Janice gasped. “I’m so sorry.”
    Monnique’s eyes became teary so she blinked them back. “Yeah.”
    I stood up and hugged her tightly, patting her back. Janice moved in next then embraced her. Ryan came afterwards, saying his condolences. When everyone was done comforting her, we stepped back.
    “Take a seat,” Ryan said, pulling out her chair.
    Cortland guided her down and stood next to her.
    “When did it happen?” I asked.
    “A few days ago,” she said quietly. “Car accident.”
    “We’re sorry for your loss, Monnique,” Ryan said.
    She nodded, unable to speak.
    Cortland rubbed her shoulders before he dropped his hands. “It’s been a really bad week.”
    “I can imagine,” I said.
    “Monnique was close to her mom,” he said.
    No one responded to that.
    Cortland looked at Ryan. “So what did you want to talk about?”
    I felt my heart race. “Ryan, can I talk to you for a second?”
    He raised an eyebrow. “Why?”
    I grabbed his hand and pulled him away. “Just come.”
    He jerked his hand away but followed me into the living room. “What?”
    “Don’t tell Cortland about what’s happening.”
    He narrowed his eyes at me. “Why not?”
    “Because of Monnique.”
    “I’m not following.”
    “If we tell him what’s going on, he’ll come with us. He’ll flip out and never leave my side because he’ll be so worried about me.”
    “Which is the point,” he said sarcastically.
    “Shut up and let me finish! He’ll leave Monnique. That would hurt her so much. She might even leave him because of it.”
    “No offense to Monnique, but her mom is already dead. No amount of crying will change that. You are still alive and we need to keep it that way. Cortland would agree.”
    “No. I can’t do that to him.”
    “So you’ re just going to lie?”
    “Ryan, he’s so happy with her. I don’t want to ruin what he has because of this. I know he would pick me in light of the situation.”
    He sighed. “I would like to have the backup, Scar.”
    “No. Don’t tell him.”
    He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration.
    “If I don’t draw a line for him, he can’t cross it. If he doesn’t support Monnique through this tragedy, she’ll never forgive him. That will always be a rough patch in their relationship if they decide to stay together.”
    “This is more important, Scar.”
    “No. I love Cortland. I won’t do that to him. You’ll just have to deal with it.”
    He growled. “Your selflessness is really fucking annoying.”
    “I know. I’m sorry. Promise me you won’t say anything.”
    “No.”
    “What?”
    “I won’t say anything. I don’t need to promise you shit. My word is good enough.”
    “Thank you.”
    “Yeah.” He turned away and walked back into the kitchen.
    Cortland eyed us for a moment. “So, everything okay?”
    “Yeah,” Ryan said quickly. “I need a