“I see nothing sweet about him exploiting my daughter to fill his stomach. That’s called free labor.” “Oh, please. Is it free labor if I cook for you?” “That’s different. You don’t have to.” “I don’t have to either, Papa.” Cecily strokes my arm. “I just like cooking with him.” “That’s called Stockholm syndrome.” Cecily laughs as if I’m being ridiculous. “He didn’t kidnap me.” “I wouldn’t be surprised if he did. He looks like the type. Also, there doesn’t need to be a kidnapping for the syndrome to happen.”
