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regretting what she had just thrown out there.
    â€œYou would really do that for me?” Kori finally asked, lifting his head and turning toward her.
    Kima felt a hot flash in her chest. This wasn’t how this shit was supposed to go, but she knew she couldn’t turn back now. The baby moved inside of her. She wondered if her unborn son was telling her this was a bad idea.
    â€œI would do anything for you Kori, anything for us,” Kima replied touching her stomach.

Chapter 4
    Dame, Smoke, Rusty, and Chucky all stood around with their hands shoved in their pockets and their heads down. They felt fucked up that they couldn’t take Kima’s place on this run. Kima noticed their doomsday looks, but she didn’t comment or let it sway her decision. The guys’ ominous reactions to the news of her trip, left an empty feeling in the pit of Kima’s stomach. She didn’t know they had had a conversation on the way to the spot about how grimy Kori was for having his pregnant shorty running weight down I-95. Kori’s dudes were saying they never seen a nigga that desperate or that low. Smoke had even proclaimed that if he was Kori, whether he was on parole or not, he would’ve taken the chance himself before he risked his shorty riding dirty. Especially, a shorty pregnant with his son. Behind Kima’s back, Rusty had even stepped up and volunteered to do the run in place of Kima, even though Rusty knew he had a bench warrant out for him. Kori had told them all hell no. His decision was final. Kima would be making the quick trip there and back. To the guys, Kori was acting like this shit was legal and there was nothing to it. They all knew better. Not only would Kima have to watch for cops, there was also the very real possibility of niggas trying to stick her up once she got down there. Either way, his boys all agreed that Kori was a grimy-ass muthafucka for sending a pregnant chick. His pregnant chick at that.
    Kori walked in to the room wearing a mean mug as usual. He slammed the bricks down on the table, shaking everybody in their boots. Kima had a poker face on. Nobody could tell what she was thinking. But Kima knew how she was feeling inside. The feeling was definitely familiar. It was the same way she felt when she was eight years old, the first time her grandmother had taken her to see her mother in prison.
    The Family and Children visiting area at the Bedford Hills Correctional Facility for women had been crowded with people that day. Kima noticed a lot of kids there, all ages. Kima sat up straight in the chair and her grandmother sat to her left. When her mother was brought out, Kima didn’t move. Partly because she didn’t know who the woman walking toward their table was until her grandmother stood up to give her mother a hug. Kima suddenly felt lonely in that room full of people. Her mother grabbed her and held her tight for a long time. Her mother was sobbing, but the feelings of sorrow escaped Kima. She felt sick to her stomach. She had never met her mother that she could remember. Kima had felt like strangers surrounded her; even her grandmother seemed like someone she didn’t know. Kima hadn’t said much during the visit as she listened to her grandmother fill her mother in about her growing up. Kima felt like she was having an out-of-body experience, but somewhere deep inside she wanted the strange woman sitting across from her in the orange jumpsuit to love and accept her. Kima had felt empty and alone, but she remembered thinking that if she could just make the woman she was told was her mother love her, everything would be better in her world.
    It was exactly how she was feeling now. Kori’s love and acceptance was all Kima had in the world. Although his agreeing to let her traffic drugs across state lines left her feeling hollow inside, somehow Kima believed that if she did this for him, it would make things perfect.
    â€œI want this shit hidden