“Why’s your dad in prison?” I’m pretty sure other people aren’t having this conversation with their boyfriends on a sunny Sunday, so if nothing else, at least we’re original. “Kidnapping,” I say. I can feel Blake’s eyes on the side of my face. “Kidnapping who?” I look up. Face him head on. He can probably guess the answer, but still. “Me.”
OKAY FOR ONCE I AM SURPRISED
