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raced inside the McDonalds to use the bathroom. Her bladder was so full the stream of urine seemed to take forever to get finished. Her nerves being on edge probably didn’t help either. When she exited the bathroom, she noticed a white man ordering food and a bum sitting in a corner talking to himself; nothing to be suspicious about. Kima wanted to order something but she couldn’t risk being in that McDonalds another minute. Kima was relieved to see that the rental car hadn’t been touched while she was gone. She climbed back in and headed for the Belt Parkway.
    Kima eased the car past the Canarsie Pier, and a quick memory of Kori bringing her there in the beginning of their relationship crossed her mind. She smiled a little bit. The longer she drove alone, the more she forgave him for putting her out there. Kima was starting to believe everything would be fine and in a minute, she would be back in her bed with Kori holding her and rubbing her belly. Not to mention, her son would be entering the world in a few short months.
    Kima merged into traffic on the Belt and signaled her way into the middle lane. She planned to ride that lane until she got to the exit for the Verrazano. Kima saw a cop car appear out of nowhere and her heartbeat sped up.
    â€œStay calm. They ain’t after your ass,” Kima chanted out loud a few times to herself.
    She started thinking maybe she was wrong when it seemed like the cop car wouldn’t move from behind her. “What the fuck!” she cursed loudly, peeking at all of her mirrors. She suddenly had to pee again.
    Kima’s heart hammered as she looked in the rearview mirror again and noticed that the cop car had thrown on its lights. She watched as the flashing lights drew closer and closer. “God, please let them pass me,” she prayed out loud.
    It was like God didn’t hear her or maybe He wasn’t listening. When Kima heard the scream of the sirens directly behind her, she just knew she would die of a heart attack. She knew she needed to pull the car over.
    â€œWhat the fuck?” she cursed as she eased the car toward the shoulder of the road.
    She knew she hadn’t done anything wrong. She couldn’t figure out why they were signaling her to pull over. Kima started playing shit over in her mind. She drove just like she had been told to do. She signaled with every lane change and did the speed limit. Kima started to regret that she had stopped at that McDonald’s. Maybe it was that. All kinds of thoughts ran through her mind as she waited for the police officers to approach the car. Kima’s hands trembled as she fumbled for her license and the paperwork for the rental car. This isn’t good. I haven’t even made it out of New York yet.
    Kima was praying they would just give her a ticket for whatever they had stopped her for and let her go about her business. Anything other than that, and there would be hell to pay from Kori. Kima felt vomit creeping up her throat. She took a deep breath and thought about the instructions she had been given— Stay calm, be nice, make sure they see that you’re pregnant . She went over Kori’s words in her mind. A tall white cop approached the car from the left and one stood off to the right. Kima rolled down the driver’s side window prepared to hand him her license and paperwork on the car. She noticed right away that the cop on the left of the car had his gun out. Kima crinkled her face in confusion. It wasn’t that serious. Kima put her hands up in defense. She wasn’t trying to be the victim of NYPD’s next, accidental, shooting.
    â€œGet out of the car with your hands up ma’am!” the cop screamed at her. His gun was still pointing in her direction.
    â€œWhat did I do wrong?” Kima asked, still holding her hands up high so he could see she didn’t have a weapon.
    â€œGet out of the fuckin’ car now!” he barked.
    Kima’s