The Godparent Trap

At least he wasn’t yelling. Not that he ever raised his voice. Sometimes I wished he would, sometimes I wished he’d just react, one time in his life. But most of all, I wished that he would let himself mourn.

Last time I’d written off any sort of hope we could be together.

Did he have to be so attractive? So annoying? So perfect? Everything about Rip made me both homicidal and pitiful. I didn’t

Panic flared in my chest, and suddenly all I could do was stand there and watch in horror

anal and accusatory,