JESSICA BERKELEY.
I hate that I'm doing this. Having compassion for a total stranger who keeps getting on my nerves every single time. We can't have a simple conversation without bickering at each other and in the end, he always leaves me annoyed.
I shouldn't care.
But I am.
I am currently rampaging through the old closet, picking out a few of Dad's old clothes. After I'm done, I leave to find Devin.
Devin stands beside the window, just staring out through it, deep in thoughts and only acknowledging my presence the moment I cleared my throat noisily.
"Here. You can have these"
I stretch the clothes towards him. He stares at it, then back at me.
"What are these?"
"Clothes.. obviously" I respond with a little bit of sarcasm. "I need you to change your clothes. These belong to my Da
