❝In which two people call up a helpline in order to find someone just as broken as they are. ❞
"Does...does it bother you that my dad's in prison for murder?"
"Well, judging by the fact that I moved away from America to get away from the memory of a...
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"Did you get the milk?"
"Yeah, I got you some more teabags as well, we're running a little low."
"Oh, really? I hadn't noticed. Thank you, sweetheart."
"Don't mention it, Auntie Lauren, it's the best I can do after all you've done for me."
"Isabella, you never have to thank me, you know that?"
"I...I know."
"I took you in because I saw that my niece needed a place to stay, not out of pity or anything else. I asked you to live with me because I wanted you around. You do know that, don't you?"
"Of...of course."
"And I know settling in has been hard but...you're going to be okay, sweetie. You're as strong as your mother, you are. If anyone can pull through, it's you."
