“I have to go pee,” I mutter, about to stand up. I can imagine the sheer horror on my father’s face. On my mother’s. I don’t think I can ever confront them. Lo grabs my wrist before I rise from the couch. “You shouldn’t be alone right now.” “I just have to pee,” I tell him again, tugging his hand off me. He gives me a look like do you really? No, I don’t. I want to cry in solitude. I guess he knows this, and I understand his fear that I’ll avoid my emotions with self-love like I’ve done in the past.
