Hendrix grasped both of my wrists in his hands and pressed my palms against his chest. “Maddie, look at me.” I did. “I swear to you I won’t ever turn out like him.” By him he meant Pop. Again, I nodded. “I know, handsome.” “I won’t…” He trailed off before swallowing. “I won’t ever drink as he does.” I placed a kiss against his shirt-covered sternum. “Hendrix, you don’t need to tell me, I already know.”
