I shut the door and locked it behind me, then took my shoes off, too, and lay down next to him. We stared at the pattern of twinkle lights, and when his fingers gently brushed over the top of my head, combing through my hair, I didn’t stop him. He rolled onto his side to face me, and I did the same. Mirror images. Just for a second, it was like we were in my old room again. Like nothing had changed. Sometimes I wondered what would’ve happened if my father had never cheated people out of their money, never gone to prison. If he and Mark’s dad had never gone separate ways to start with. Would I
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