Pervmom Krystal — Sparks Jay Killa Stop Figh

The crowd stilled. Krystal pulled her son up by the collar, not to shake him, but to lean in close. “I wasn’t around when you started this. I wasn’t there when the town turned its back. But I’m here now. And if I’m ‘pervmom’ tomorrow, let it be because I made you both something more than this.” She turned to Killa, who had his hand hovering over his phone. “Text me tomorrow. We’ll talk. And I talk.”