I’m, uh, kinda the reason my family is so fucked up,” and I realized she didn’t know my family. She didn’t know our tense and messy dynamic. “Do you still feel that way?” “No,” I replied honestly. “Good,” she whispered softly, touching my shoulder with her lips. She laid her arm across my waist, pressing her cheek to my chest, before breathing a sigh against my heart. And my heart sighed back.
