“A part of me is just waiting,” I rasp, “for the moment when you see whatever it is that drives people away. And I don’t want that. I don’t want you to stop wanting me around. I think it might break my heart to be someone you don’t like.” “Fuck. Daphne.” His hands come up to my face. “Do you want to know why your dad doesn’t stick around?” Tears sting the back of my nose, but I nod. It’s the question I’ve never been able to stop asking, no matter how badly it hurts. “Because you see him,” Miles says. “And he can’t stand it.
