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My phone buzzed on the nightstand, and I squinted at the screen—it was Blessing, calling me at two in the morning. I stared at it for a bit contemplating answering it cause this better not be no damn booty call.
"Um, yeah?" I answered, my voice still thick with sleep.
"What are you doing?" he asked, his tone oddly serious.
"Sleeping," I replied, sounding more like a question. "Why you calling me this early anyway?"
"There ain't no good way to put this, but... um, I'm outside yo house. Before you say anything or ask any questions, just come outside. But whatever you do, don't get on your phone—especially Instagram," he said quickly before hanging up.
I was totally thrown off and, for some reason, decided to listen to him. So I threw on a bra, slipped into a black hoodie and sweatpants, and quickly brushed my teeth. Glancing out the window, I saw an all-black BMW 7 Series with heavily tinted windows parked out front.
