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Max
I was as nervous as a pimply sixteen-year-old on prom night as I stood on the Waters’ front porch and tentatively knocked on the fire-engine red door. I’d asked Molly to come and help smooth things over with Dani, but I shouldn’t have done that.
Why had I thought it was wise to send my kid sister in to do a man’s job? We weren’t in high school any more. I needed to take care of this myself. My relationship with Dani was the most important thing in the world to me, so I needed to treat it as such.
I could tell by the wary way she opened the door and peered out at me through half-lidded eyes that Dani was pissed, and she had every right to be. I was here to apologize for taking things too fast last night and to promise to take things slowly going forward. It would be hard to keep
