“The more you’re getting to know me, I know I’m not someone you’d want for her.” I’ve always known that. I’m not parents’ first choices. Detailing my rocky childhood was never going to help my case, even if he could empathize. “No, you’re not,” he agrees. “What you came from is…” His nose flares. “It’s not anything I’d ever want her to experience.” “She won’t,” I assure with everything inside me. We want the exact same things for Luna. He nods tensely, his gaze tightening. “I’m sorry you had to go through that.” “So sorry you keep sending the fruit basket to the wrong place.”
