“But why wouldn’t you want to be in charge? That makes no sense.” “Because I’m not you. And that would make plenty of sense if you could ever figure out that I have interests, too. They’re every bit as valid as yours.” “Watch your tone,” he hisses. “I watch it all the time,” I whisper. “But then you don’t hear me.”
not a smut book making me ugly sob reviving the scenes i had with my father...
