“So you break up with him, you don’t—god dammit.” “I’m sorry,” she cries. “Cover up, Emma.” I manage to make it a little less harsh as I hand her the T-shirt she was wearing. “What’s wrong with me?” Her voice is a little louder than I’d like it to be, so I sit down next to her and put a hand on her shoulder. Fuck, I’m not good at this. I need to get her out of here so I can pretend it never fucking happened. “Emma, you’re a beautiful girl.” “But you want to fuck my sister.” She sniffles. “Your sister isn’t dating my son.”
