“Please,” he whispers, his voice hoarse. It needs to be depleted. Even then, I won’t be satisfied. “You know, I've been saying the same thing to you for a week,” Daya says, her voice breaking. Her eyes fill with tears, and it only stokes the flames in my chest. She and Addie love each other fiercely. And because Addie is my family, that makes Daya my family, too.
