“We’re not trading, Kitten,” he says, but his smile is slight. “I brought it all for you.” Those words could mean nothing, but they hit me hard. Blake and I trade. If one of us gets something, the other gives something. Miller is different. Miller doesn’t want to take a thing from me. He just wants to provide. He wants to comfort me when I’m sad, feed me chocolate to make me smile, share his phone so that I’m entertained, stay by my side so I don’t fall.
