“I’m not my parents,” I said calmly, steeling my resolve. “And I’m not that rapist bastard, either.” My words seemed to throw Lizzie’s father and give him pause for thought. “What are you saying, Hugh?” “I’m saying I believe my girlfriend,” I replied, pouncing on the temporary crack in his resolve. “I believe your daughter, Mike,” I told him, straightening my shoulders to make myself look as grown-up as I could. “And I came here to tell her exactly that.” Mike blew out a breath and I watched as the tension slowly left his rigid shoulders. “Well then.” Stepping aside, he held the door open.
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