“I know you think she was only there for the money, but I promise you, she wasn’t. It was more than that to her. We’re her family, and Del Rey is her home. What else could possibly matter?” I think I know what my son is suggesting by the way his eyes won’t meet mine, but I have to replay every word to be sure we’re on the same page. When he finally looks up at me, there’s less tension in his shoulders. “Fuck, maybe we already blew it, but it’s worth a shot. We have to get her back.”
