I wanna slap her hand away for doing my job. I’m the one who brushes her hair back. I’m the one who takes care of her. That’s my fucking job, and I swear to god, no one is gonna do it better than me. Not even her. She’s mine. “I was distracted,” I say. “It’s been a crazy day, and I wasn’t expecting to see you here and—and you look…different,”
