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I clicked on it and skimmed through it, trying to figure out what happened.

I got to the bottom of the article and read that the police said that it was a home invasion and had no leads.

For some reason, I felt funny about that shit.

Before I could do any more checking, Islah walked out of the dressing room in a yellow sundress and walked over to the mirror.

“You look good, baby girl. You like it?”

She stared at herself for a lil’ bit, smoothing the dress down in front of her.

“Yeah, it’s cute.”

I nodded. “It is, get it, and whatever else you want.”

Islah turned back around and looked at me.

“Are you sure about that?”

I smiled. “Yeah, I want you to have all that you need.”

She gave me a slight smile. She was lighting up again.

After she was done there, we went to the Gucci store, Prada store, and Ulta before heading to Target to get a few more things that she needed.

By the time the back seat was full, she had a smile on her face, and she was talking to me about different shit she had seen as we passed it. She even let me hold her hand for a few minutes while we were singing our hearts out to Ja-Rule and Ashanti on the radio.

Her smiling and laughing felt like old times. I felt like I was slowly getting her to come around to giving us a real chance again.

As the sun started to dip, we stopped and got some street tacos and corn, then went to the park and found a table to sit on, watching the YNs play ball.

“You remember when you met me out here?” I asked her.

She nodded through bites. “Yeah…a long ass time ago.”

I agreed with her.

“You helped a nigga grow up a lot.”

She looked at me sideways. “Are you sure about that? You took your time to hit milestones we should have hit a few years into our relationship.”

I nodded. “I know, but low-key…I think I was scared. I mean, I knew I wanted to marry you. I always wanted to marry you. I just wanted to make sure I had all that you wanted and needed. That’s why I was doing all that extra shit to make sure you were taken care of.”

“I think you should have just given me what you could afford, like Love does…”

I brushed my tongue over my teeth, trying not to feed into what she said.

“Well, I wanted you to have the world.”

She nodded. “I do…in Atlanta.”

“You had your so-called world there. I am going to give it to you here.”

Islah smirked at me. “Are you sure about that?”

I smiled. “I know I am. You know why? Because I know how it feels to lose you, and I don’t want to go through that shit again. You had a nigga losing his mind after you.”

“You sure were!” she agreed. “Are you gonna get to that state again?”