“I do, yeah.” I wipe my eyes with my sleeve. “Maybe that makes me petty, but whatever. Dad was so good to y’all…goddamn, I wish he’d been that good to me.” Cash is quiet for a beat. “I didn’t mean to upset you.” “I couldn’t care less about your intentions. Take me back to the house, Cash.” “Mollie—” “This conversation is over.”
Oh no!!
