Tia Williams

He didn’t know how to mentor without loving. Maybe doing this wasn’t healthy.

That was what he’d done to her. Which was the real reason he was going to New York.

Do Black women exist in your world?”

“I said I can’t talk to normal people.” He eyed her. “You’re not normal.”

“I’m Shane,” he said, a spark of triumph in his eye. And walked away.

“Did you have to make me an adorable runaway with a heart of gold?”

“I didn’t make you that. You were that.”

“Did you have to make me an adorable runaway with a heart of gold?”

“I didn’t make you that. You were that.”

“Oh, so you contact me when you’re ready? You’re arrogant enough to think I want to talk to you?”

Shane looked her squarely in the eye. “Yeah. I am.”

“Eight’s lovable because you were.” His voice was firm, definite. “You can’t imagine what you were like then.”

“Eight’s lovable because you were.” His voice was firm, definite. “You can’t imagine what you were like then.”