WILLOW
Cary asks for us to go car shopping after breakfast. It’s the kind of request he slips in during breakfast, like it’s no big deal that he’s about to spend over a hundred grand on a car for me.
“I don’t know why Vincent can’t keep driving me around the way he is now.” Again, I try to plead my case. “I don’t need a car dad. I’m fine with the way things are right now.”
“Willow is right,” Helen says, siding with me the way she usually does. I grimace at the sound of her voice. I’ve been acting awkward around her ever since she told me about her history with Spencer. Not because I resent her for it. It just feels weird being in the middle of it all. “She should want to get a car when she feels like it. Not when you say she should.”
“But she’s a Thompson,” dad insists. Then, he sighs.
