Headstrong Like Us (Like Us, #6)

by Krista Ritchie

“I’m not going to be why you relapse,” I repeat his words. “That’s what I said.” “So I can tell you something?” “I’d hope you could tell me anything,” he breathes, pain wrenching those words. I glance at Farrow, and his brown eyes carry light and strength. Calmness washes over me. Flows through me, and I breathe stronger. I face my dad. “I need you. Not just right now, not just yesterday—but long after this week, after I’m married. In ten years. Twenty. When you’re an old man, I’m still going to need you.” “Moffy—” “You’re my dad,” I say, choked. “And I don’t want my kids to grow up with you as a memory like I have of my grandfather. I need you here—and I promise that I’ll tell you shit from now on, if you promise you won’t ever see me as someone you can push away. Because I might have other people, but no one in the whole universe—in every fucking universe—could ever replace you from my life.” He pinches his eyes, already tearing up. “Goddammit…”