And Kesha hated not being the one with the best dirt.
So she started paying attention.
One afternoon, while Sabrina was in the bathroom, her phone buzzed on the coffee table again and again.
Kesha glanced at the screen.
One name kept flashing:
Rico Lane.
Not once. Not twice.
Three missed calls.
Kesha’s eyes narrowed.
“Who’s Rico?” she asked when Sabrina came back.
Sabrina snatched the phone too quickly.
“My cousin,” she said, but her tone was sharp—defensive. Wrong.
Kesha smiled slowly.
Not because she believed her.
Because she didn’t.
That same week, another crack appeared.
Ivonne was in the living room telling church women how far along Sabrina was when Sabrina made a careless mistake.
“I’ve been dealing with this morning sickness for almost four months now,” Sabrina said, rubbing her stomach.
The room got quiet.
Terrence turned his head. “Four months?”
