“And,” she added, voice lower, “someone’s been putting food on the community shelf. Like… real food. Not just leftovers.”
I didn’t answer.
I just nodded.
Because I didn’t need credit.
I needed momentum.
Jenna took a breath.
“Also,” she said, “I called my cousin and told her to stop. I told her she doesn’t get to make my kids a debate. She got mad.”
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