"God, Juniper, I’m sorry,” I tell her, kissing her neck and rubbing her shoulders. “You know, I know how it is to lose a parent. That shit will fuck with your head for years. What you described? Being in all those houses? That could have been me and my brothers if Tim hadn't stepped up and gotten my grandmother to move in with us.” She doesn’t say anything then and I just hold her close, telling her stories about my family. How Tim basically raised us while my dad drank away his ...