"Hey." When the doors close, I turn toward her and take her face in my hands. "I'm not angry with you. I'm angry at your father for making you feel this way. For making you think that you have to hide who you are, or that the second you care for something it's going to disappear. Because that's not love, sweet girl." I kiss her gently before I look into her eyes and see tears forming. "Please don't cry. I'll kill him if I see your tears."

"It's just...there's so much I want to explain and say ...