“I’ll kick you,” Daisy suddenly says. “If we sleep in the same bed, I mean. I move a lot and could kick you in the womb or something and then you’ll both miscarry because of me.” She inhales sharply. “Then you’re doing me a favor.” “Rose!” I shout. She rolls her eyes again, regret flashing in them. She’s not filtering anything lately.
BRO. ROSE, YOU CAN'T SAY THAT.
