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Aight, so there I was, sittin' at home, still feelin' all kinds of messed up from that encounter with my mom, Alana. It had been a minute since I seen her, and now I couldn't shake that uneasy vibe like trouble was just lurkin' around the corner. The summer in Chicago was poppin', but my mind was all twisted up with what she might do next.
To keep my mind off things, I threw myself into my work and kicked it with my girls, Aniyah and Jayde. I even went on a couple dates with Katrell and Kordell. Katrell was chill, easy to be around, while Kordell had that intense, magnetic energy that made me feel alive. But in the quiet moments, when I was alone, those dark thoughts about Alana crept back in like unwanted shadows.
One afternoon, I got this call from a private number. I hesitated, half-expectin' it to be Alana tryna pull some more of her manipulative tricks. But curiosity got the best of me, so I picked up.
"Yo, who dis?" I asked, keepin' my voice steady but cautious.
"Miss Wright? This is Detective Harris with the Chicago Police Department. I need to ask you a few questions about your mother, Alana."
My heart dropped into my stomach. "What she do now?" I tried to keep my cool, but I could feel the tension risin'.
"It's nothin' crazy," he said, tryin' to sound reassuring. "We just need some info about her recent activities. Can we meet up?"
I agreed, my mind racin' with thoughts. What could the police want with her? I met him at a coffee shop in the Loop, and the moment I walked in, I spotted him—a middle-aged dude in a sharp suit, lookin' serious but kinda like Method Man too. He stood up when I approached, extendin' his hand.
"Miss Wright, thank you for meetin' me," he said, gesturin' for me to sit. "I appreciate your time."
I cut straight to it. "What's this about?" I asked, tryin' to ignore how good-lookin' he was.
Detective Harris sighed, foldin' his hands on the table. "I'll get straight to the point. Your mother, Alana, has been under investigation for a while now. She's involved in a series of financial scams, targetin' vulnerable folks. We believe she's part of a bigger network operatin' across state lines."
Man, my stomach dropped. "Scams? I had no idea..."
He nodded. "I know this is a shock. We've been trackin' her movements since she came to Chicago and met with you. Can you tell me what she wanted?"
I hesitated, feelin' the weight of the whole situation crashin' down on me. I thought back to that awkward café meet-up, the forced apology, and her desperate plea for help. "She asked for money," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "Said she was in trouble and needed a place to stay."
