I get a message from my dad. In the mood I'm in, I tear up to see his name in my inbox, and imagine him down the hall in bed, propped on pillows, emailing me. Hon,Enjoyed our gelato date the other nig...
Was she telling you to stay away from me? I asked.He paused, then said, Yeah. He squeezed my hand out of Aunt Lauren's sight. It's okay. We're good.Chloe and Derek