![]() But we both know that your bleeding heart has always been the source of all our problems, and there’s no point trying to deny that now. And I know you’re going to pretend you don’t care. I open my mouth to speak and he cuts me off, his smile triumphant. The half-second delay during which I remember the weeks I spent caught in a prison of half grief, hating myself for mourning him, and hating that I ever cared at all. “You’re sure you didn’t shed a single tear for me? Didn’t miss me even the tiniest bit?”Īll it takes is a moment of hesitation. I actually thought you might be happy to see me.” ![]() “You know, you could stand to show a bit more emotion. ![]() ![]() Something to root me, something to explain him, something to arm me against what might be coming. My father leans against the table and stuffs his hands into his pants’ pockets in a way that makes him look boyish. ![]()
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