“We all know his father is a piece of fucking garbage, but to add insult to injury, the first and only man I ever allow myself to fall in love with is an ex-con, convicted of”—she threw a gesture toward the ceiling and her eyes followed—“fucking manslaughter.” “And possession of a controlled substance.” The corner of my mouth lifted in an apologetic smile while my heart begged to admit that she was the first and only woman I'd fallen in love with too. A watery laugh pushed past her lips. “Oh, of course, silly me. How could I forget?”
