My mom is a mess, she doesn't always put me first, and I hate the positions I'm put in sometimes, but...I know she loves me. Not that it always feels like enough, but I know she tries.
Get out.” Damon opened up the passenger side door and jerked his thumb at Michael. “Now.” But Michael just sat there, looking amused. Damon cocked an eyebrow. “I will put you in my lap if you want,” he told him, “but I’m sitting there.” I laughed under my breath. Michael knew the rules. When he drove, which was almost always, Kai rode shotgun. When I drove, Damon and I were the ones in charge.
