Erin Watt

Me? I want my own apartment, a fridge full of food, and a steady paying job, preferably one that’s as exciting as paste drying.

if I run, I’ll be giving up on this careful life I’ve spent months planning.

Sometimes I think the universe has decided I’m not allowed to be happy.

would you call me instead?”

I open my mouth and say, “Mine.”

I’m as blonde and blue-eyed as they come. Courtesy of my sperm donor, according to Mom.

Inside? While Don Juan is in there?

which is the worst thing that could happen to me today, then no big deal. I’ll do it.

barely looks up from her People magazine

A part of me doesn’t want to know about my father. Because if I know about him, he becomes real. He might even become good.

But it will be a cold, cold day in hell before you ever see me kneel again.