She was desperate to prove she wasn’t like her dad. But she had to know I wasn’t like her dad either, right? I wasn’t cheating the system for personal gain. Time slipped away as I vacillated between guilt for forcing Lienna into an ethically compromising situation reminiscent of her painful past with her father, and resentment that she was painting me with the same brush. She knew me better than that, right? Oh wait, she didn’t. She’d said as much herself.
as I said -- daddy issues
