I knew we were seriously pushing our luck with the stars now, but I couldn’t bear to walk away from her. Because that sound, that dismissive scoff and the way her posture had tightened the smallest amount was her. Not the fucked-up version my father had tried to twist her into. That was my girl, calling me on my bullshit the moment I tried to give her it and I couldn’t help but smile just a little as I saw that glimpse of herself.
