Sometimes she listened. Sometimes she let music sing those songs for her. Sometimes she's so tired she can't even sleep. And sometimes she'd wonder if she's going about life the way she should.

So she says, and she reads, and she realizes.

And that night a beep in her home, waking her up from her slumber: "ad b lyn if i said am ok. My heart is cried out 4 j."

What was it that Keith Sweat sung? ...