“Not really, not anymore. We’re like enemies who love each other. At least, I love him. I honestly don’t know how he feels about me. We used to be close, arguably too close. If you drew a Venn diagram of us as kids, there was barely any part that wasn’t overlapping. Between not having a mother and having a”—Abby took a moment to find the word she was looking for—“complicated father, sometimes we were all each other had. But now, the truth is, Ken scares me.”
