Page 323 of Safe With You
Then she shrugged.
“You just seem open again.”
“Open?”
“To something you weren’t before.”
I didn’t need her to say Luna’s name.
I looked toward my phone.
The last message was still sitting there.
I was manipulated by a six-year-old.
Mila came running back into the kitchen.
“Daddy, can we stay for dinner?”
I glanced at the clock.
It wasn’t even four.
“You already ate lunch here.”
“So?”
“So Auntie doesn’t have to feed us every meal.”
Tasha looked up from her phone. “I made spaghetti.”
Mila turned toward me.
I closed my eyes.
“Why would you tell her that?”
“Because I made spaghetti.”
“Can we stay?”
I looked at Mila.
She gave me the face.
The one she thought worked because, unfortunately, it usually did.
“Fine.”
“Yes!”
She took off again.
Tasha smiled.
“You’re weak.”
“Mind your business.”
