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I can’t say that, though, because it’s obvious what’s bound to
happen. Rachel isn’t the next girl I’ll fall in love with, because
Rachel is the girl who will more than likely become my new
For the second time tonight, I feel sick.
Lisa smiles and clasps her hands together. “That’s great,” she
says. “I’m so relieved.”
My father walks into the room. He hugs Lisa. He says hi to
Rachel and tells her it’s good to see her again.
My father already knows Rachel.
Rachel already knows my father.
My father is Lisa’s new boyfriend.
My father visits Phoenix a lot.
My father has been visiting Phoenix a lot since before my
My father is a bastard.
“Rachel and Miles already know each other,” Lisa says t...
way, so whoever she is, I know it’s not a casual thing. She’s about to seep into our lives, intertwining
around and through and between my relationship with my father like she’s poison ivy. It’ll no longer
be just my father and me. It’ll be me, my father, and Lisa. It doesn’t feel right, considering my
mother’s presence is still everywhere in this house.
He’s sitting with his hands folded in front of him, clasped together. He’s looking down at the floor.
“I don’t know if this will go anywhere, but I want to give it a shot. Lisa makes me happy.
Sometimes moving on is . . . the only way to move on.”
I open my mouth to respond to him...
Dad: “Where are you?”
Me: “Ian’s house.”
Dad: “We need to talk.”
Me: “Can it wait until tomorrow? I’ll be home late.”
Dad: “No. I need you home now. I’ve been waiting for you since school let out.”
Me: “Fine. On my way.”
That was the conversation that led to this moment. Me, sitting in front of my dad on the couch. My
dad, telling me something I don’t care to hear.
“I would have told you sooner, Miles. I just—”
“Felt guilty?” I interrupt. “Like you’re doing something wrong?”
His eyes meet mine, and I begin to feel bad for saying what I said, but I push the feeling down and
“She’s been dead less than a year.”
As soon as the words leave my mouth, I want to throw up.
He doesn’t like being judged, esp...
His hair can’t decide if it wants to be brown or blond or wavy or straight. His personality flips
between inviting and callously indifferent, muddling my ability to discern hot from cold. His casual
posture is at war with the fierceness I’ve seen in his eyes. His composure this morning contradicts his
inebriated state from last night. His eyes can’t decide if they want to look at his phone or at me,
because they waver back and forth several times before the elevator doors open.
I stop staring and step off the elevator first. Cap is seated in his chair, ever so vigilant. He glances at
the three of us exiting the elevator and pushes up on the arms of his...
“I need to get in there,” he mutters, just as my butt meets the floor. He makes an attempt to push the apartment door open with his other hand, and this immediately sends me into panic mode. I pull my...
shoulder to shake him awake. The second my fingers squeeze his shoulder, he gasps and sits up
straight as if I just woke him from the middle of a dream.