“You’re like me.” “So?” “So.” He seems to chew on his words, then finally lets them free. “You’ll drive her away.” He could’ve punched me in the gut, and I wouldn’t have felt so sick. “If she loves me, she won’t leave.” My father keeps staring at the fish, it’s open mouth gaping, gasping for breath. Forever caught in the struggle for its life. “That’s not how love works.”
