can I come in?” he asked.
I felt something warm move through my chest. “Yes.”
“My dad does not know I came.”
“That is between you and him.”
He sat with me in the kitchen. He did not ask for the Wi-Fi. He did not turn on speakers. He did not open the refrigerator as if it belonged to him. He just looked around the room like he was seeing it for the first continue reading …
