“Maybe, I don’t forgive you.” She whispers, looking down as she pulls the Unicorn into her stomach and squeezes tighter. Childlike and irresistible, she knows how to make every part of me feel the full brunt of regret for hurting my girl. And boy, does she? I swear she can psychically kick me in the stomach whenever she pleases.

I can’t resist it any longer, moving from the doorway and crossing to get on the bed beside her. I need to console her and fix this weirdness between ...