He shifts to move out, but then pulls back, glaring at the laneway ahead. “What’re you doin’, girl?” “I’m trying to get you home in one piece!” “No, I mean, why’re you keepin’ this up? Comin’ around every day, bringin’ me dinner and muffins and shit.” “Because you need help?” “Whatever you’re lookin’ for here, you ain’t gonna find it in me.” I feel my cheeks flush with indignation. “I’m not looking for anything—” “I’m no replacement for your dead daddy, and I don’t wanna be.”
