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She hesitated a moment before she said, “June twenty-second.”
“Wow. A day after mine.”
“There was no escaping you, even if I wanted to. She literally acts just like you—very smart, loving, and selfless. She’s a piece of us—our love.”
“I want you to go through with that divorce, Mo. I want my wife by my side. We need to get back what was stolen from us. I understand that you all made a baby together, so I have to deal with him being around, but you and him…no more. Don’t make me have to show out…because I will. It’s time for you to come back home.”
“Dr. Newson. Your 2:00 p.m. is here.” Anna’s voice sounded over the intercom.
“Be right there, Anna.” I stood and walked back over to Morgan, pulling her into my arms. “I was expecting a phone call, but your presence was worth it. See y’all on Friday.”
“See you Friday.”
She placed a soft kiss on my lips then walked out as I continued on with the rest of my day.
I pulled into the Wilsons’ residence, grabbed my medical bag, then exited the car. Victor had two guards waiting at the front door who I’d seen a few times when I’d visit.
“How are you, Mr. Nehemiah?” the guard I knew as Joey asked.
“I’m good. I’m here to see the man of the house.”
“He’s expecting you. Can I check your bag?”
I chuckled. “Really?”
“It’s standard protocol, sir.”
I handed over my bag as Leo, the other guard, searched my person.
“All clear,” Leo said.
“Have a good evening, sir.”
Joey handed me back my bag just as Diana opened the door. If her heart matched her beauty, Diana and I would probably still be married with me regretting divorcing her for Morgan.
She stood before me wearing a red, short-sleeved blouse with black slacks and black red bottom heels. Her hair was slicked back, showcasing her round, brown face and striking features. Her eyes were red and puffy, so I was sure it had to be serious.
“Nehemiah, thank you for coming.”
“Where is he?” I wasn’t there for the formalities.
“Follow me.”
She closed the door then I followed her down the massive hall to a bedroom on the right.
She opened the door, and I followed her inside. Victor was sitting up in bed watchingCSI: Miami.
“Daddy, Hemi’s here.” His eyes turned from the TV and landed on me.
“My man Hemi. It’s good to see you.”
“Would you look at that? A criminal watching crime shows,” I jested, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.
“Gotta make sure I stay ten steps ahead.” He smiled. “I know why she called you here, but she shouldn’t have. I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not, Daddy. You refuse to acknowledge the fact that something is wrong with you. You’ve been complaining of chest pains and passed out last week. You also refuse to see a doctor, so I brought your son-in-law—”
“Ex.” I corrected.