“She’s it.” I feel dumb saying it out loud, but it’s… it’s the truth. Cassandra is what my mom was to my dad. I’ve fought the knowledge for a week, feeling crazy all the same. But something sparked when I found her on the side of the road. When I was amused by her attitude and anxiety. It escalated on our first date when I forced her to open up to me, when she blended so well with my friends, enjoying herself once she loosened up. The final nail was our night together, learning her body and seeing how fucking well she suits me. But her hesitance. Her fear, regardless of how warranted it is…
