“I can tell you from experience that it’s because your girl wants to know she can. You’re my son, so I know you,” he said—a fatherly way of admitting he knew I wasn’t shit. “If you didn’t care this deeply about her, you wouldn’t get so upset, and she knows it. I’m guessing you haven’t told her you loved her yet?” Uncomfortable with the subject, I shifted my feet. “Nah.”
