“She’s an alcoholic, Stone.” “Shut up.” “She hates her life.” “I said to shut up.” “She hates your father.” He started to look away. I grabbed his face, holding him in place, and I leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to the side of his mouth. “Do you wonder if she stays with him for his money? Or is it really just you? If he didn’t have the money, if you didn’t have the notoriety, would she leave?” He was rigid and still and I could feel how his body was turning against me.
