The hallway smelled like fried fish, bleach, and weed.Nia stepped over a busted toy truck outside Apartment 4B and dug through her purse for her keys. Her phone kept vibrating in her hoodie pocket, but she already knew who it was.Dre.Again.She unlocked the door to the tiny apartment she shared with her little brother Malik... Continue Reading →

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