"I don't love her. I barely know her."

Love is a big word, one I've never used, not since Melody died.

"Yeah right." Michael chuckles. "Seriously? You might not yet, but you will."

"That's what my dad said." My words are quiet.

"Wise words." Michael grins. "You've got sh*t loads of stress going on with your folks, but you're sitting here talking about a girl. A girl you've known for all of a week. She means something and to deny that would be ridiculous." ...