“Sorry. We’ve gotten pretty slick with a paperclip to pop those locks. Tanner locks himself in a room at least once a week.” He kneels down next to the tub and pushes my wet hair back from my face. “And I think you’ve spent way too much time alone already, baby girl. Some of that’s our fault. Some of that’s a bad hand dealt to you. Can you just let me, us, take care of you right now? Can you just lean a little bit on us, baby? Please, Savy?”
