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for the next morning. She got cozy and comfortable to read what she thought was going to be a sweet love note from her baby, but instead, it was the true words of a selfish asshole that read:
    Oh, so I guess you expected me to wait all night for you. I guess hanging out with your sister is more important than our time together. I ’ll remember that the next time I try to get out on a Sunday to do something special for you. I hope your long dinner and outing with your sister was better than spending time with yo’ man. See if I EVER get out on another Sunday night for you. You know Sundays are for my family.
    K.P.
    She was in tears when she finished reading that nasty note he had written. She wasn’t gone that long, she thought to herself, and it wasn’t her fault that it took as long as it did. The restaurant was crowded. She sobbed and wished she had someone to talk to. She tried calling her girlfriend Tia, but she wasn’t home. She tried her cell phone, but, of course, she was over at her man’s house and couldn’t be there for her.
    She knew damn well not to call Janelle, because Janelle was the last person she could talk to about K.P., so she got up and poured herself a glass of wine. Frustrated, she hit the play button on her mini-system in her room to listen to her favorite 112 CD. She read the note a couple more times and finally ripped it to pieces. After finishing her glass of wine, Janiece buried herself under the covers and cried herself to sleep.

Chapter Four
     
    That week dragged, and it was a depressing workweek for her too, because she hadn’t talked to her sister or K.P.. She called him a few times and even took a chance calling him at his office. She left him a ton of messages on his voice mail, and she never heard a word back from him.
    She was too afraid to call her sister. She didn’t know what to say to her. She had a hard time apologizing to her sister when she felt she didn’t do anything wrong. Why her sister was letting her lifestyle make her so angry was beyond her, so she didn’t know what to say to make her sister lay off.
    She wasn’t breaking up with K.P., or at least she hoped they were not breaking up, so she didn’t have the answer to make Janelle feel better. Janiece just couldn’t stand when they were not talking, especially then, because her weekend was going to be extra lonely with her and K.P. not speaking either.
    She called her girlfriend Tia, but she had plans to go to Joliet with Rick to a wedding for one of his family members. She was depressed and sad and didn’t look forward to her weekend. She checked her cell phone all day, hoping K.P. would call.
    On her train ride, Janiece imagined going home and he’d be there waiting for her like he usually would be on Fridays, with dinner and soft music playing. Although she hoped, she knew deep down inside that that was a fat chance.
    She got off the metro and waited for the rails to go up. That’s when she saw a truck in her guest parking stall, but it wasn’t K.P.’s truck. Maybe he got a new vehicle—she thought to herself and smiled as she got closer to her building. Just then, the aroma of grilled meat penetrated her nose. As she got closer, she realized one of her neighbors was having a cookout or a party.
    There were people outside on the back porch and standing around. It was warm for that September evening, so they were grilling , and it smelled fabulous. She walked up the steps of her back porch and everyone spoke and gave friendly smiles. As Janiece got up to her door, she dug around in her purse for her keys.
    She felt everyone’s eyes on her, so she put her bags down so she could search for her keys with both hands. She wanted to hurry and get on the other side of the door, because she was starting to feel like an idiot standing there not being able to find her keys.
    She suddenly remembered they were in her work bag, so she grabbed that bag and retrieved her keys quickly. She unlocked the storm door, and