GENEVIEVE
Because he's a thief. All he does is steal things from me. First, my respect. Then my little girl dreams. And now, he's coming for my body.
- From now on, I'll have a say in this.
- In what?
- Curfew. Answer your damn phone. Don't get on the back of a kid's damn motorcycle.
- You... can't. You're not my father.
- No, but I am your husband.
- On paper, remember? Without touching, remember? It will all be over when I'm twenty-one. Do you remember all this? Because I do. And this marriage means nothing.
There's a twitch in his jaw. It's small and barely there, but I notice it because I notice everything about him. It's my only superpower.
"It doesn't mean anything, huh?" He drawls, speaking slowly, but it's downright threatening.
- Yes, nothing.
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