“Georgia, I don’t think he was leaving you the empty plot.” He gives me a cautious look. “I think he was leaving you Alexis.” My head pulls back and my heart skips this strange, hopeful beat. “What?” “I think he knew you’d figure it out.” Sam shrugs. “And maybe—I don’t know, maybe I’m reaching or hoping or loving you has turned me to fucking mush or something, but I think maybe he knew Alexis could be something to you that your dad could never figure out how to be for you himself.”
