Inside, he snags a brown paper bag off the couch and hands it to me with a big smile. “I found you some stuff at the little store in town. Some leggings and T-shirts. I thought you might like something that’s really yours, until we find the rest?” I stare down at the bundle of cotton in the bag, and tears prickle my eyes again. I didn’t even have to ask him to take me to get my own things. He’s already on it. “Thank you, Wayne. This is amazing.”
You know what? This got me, man. I don't care if all of this turns out to be a lie. I got daddy issues man -_-
