“I’m anxious about this weekend.” The truth. The truth in its most basic form. So long as he doesn’t dig too much, we’re good. “What, with your dad?” Sure, yeah. Let’s go with that. Let’s go with the fact I’m anxious about seeing my dad and his family and the newest step monster and enduring all of their bullshit. I say nothing. I don’t want to outright lie to him. Not to Luke. But he makes the deduction I’m praying he will, face softening with concern and comfort. “Oh, sweetheart.” A hand goes to the side of my head, pushing the hair behind my ear. “It’s all going to be fine. Nothing bad is
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