I couldn’t believe my ears. "Wait, Clinton didn’t tell you?” Mrs. Smith added, looking at me with an intimidating look. If eyes could kill, I could be dead by now.
I looked at the little girl who was now in her mother's arms, asking for Clinton. I held back my tears and walked to the bedroom.
“Loren, Loren, please pick up.” I would be lying if I said I knew what I was feeling.
"Babe, calm down; what’s the problem?” She asked as soon as she picked.
“I’m sorry, I know you’re going through a lot; I'm just confused and everything.”
“Jess, you need to calm down, breathe in, and breathe out.” When she sensed I was now calm, she said, “Now tell me.” She knew how to calm me down.
“Clinton, he never told me he had a daughter.”
“Wait what? Like a baby?” She sounded shocked too.
“No, the chi
