I want to clean candy up off the ground with her. I want to help her do the dishes, to watch her dance around the kitchen with her daughter. I want to hear them laugh together and be the reason for their smiles. But I know I can’t tell Dahlia that, because every promise she’s ever relied on has been broken. I have to show her that this isn’t an arrangement for me. This isn’t fake. She may be mine for show, but I’m hers for real. All I’ve got to do is prove it.
