“What happened with young Biggs?” “I hurt him,” I admitted, breathing through my nose, as I willed my heart to kick-start in my chest and prayed for a miracle to rewire my fucked-up mind. “And he broke up with me.” “Well, I can’t say I blame the lad.” Dad sighed. “You’ve certainly broken my heart and soul—and your mother’s, too.” Yeah, I understood that now.
