Warren hesitates, turning to the ceiling. “I’ve spent so much of my life being angry…angry at my mom for dying. Angry at my dad for not sticking around. Angry at CPS for separating Luke and me. Angry at myself for fucking everything up. Angry at people who get to live normal lives…angry at pretty girls who make me question why I’m so grumpy all the time…” He turns to me, wearing a sincere expression. “A dove is a symbol of peace.” He reaches toward me, holding my cheek in his palm. “That’s what you are to me…peace.”
