away. She was going to cry and she was going to do it in this
alley that smelled like leftover fries and burgers. Or maybe
that was old gym socks. God, it stank like something foul had
been fried and that’s the place she’d picked to have this
conversation. Apparently where she was going to go through
the fallout too. She’d rather cry it out with the old fries than
walk down the sidewalk one heck of a hot mess for anyone to
see.
Quinn blinked a couple more times and surprisingly,
she looked like she was going to be okay. Dallas was torn
between feeling crazy relief and crazy heartache over the
stoicism. She wanted Quinn to be okay, but man, it hurt that
she was, just like that.
“You’ve made it this long without contacting us,”
Quinn hissed. “Please just leave us all alone. Leave me alone.”
Dallas moved her head up and down mechanically.
“Okay.”
“I’ve done enough for you today. And yesterday. More
than enough.”
“I know.”
Quinn craned her head up towards the sky. Her long
hair shimmered down her back with the movement. “I’ve done
enough for you now, Grampy.”
Dallas understood that Quinn knew that her
grandfather was trying to bring them back together. Trying to
give them one last shot. He was stubborn. He wasn’t going to
be denied. He’d brought them together physically, in the same
room, in the same space. He’d managed to do it, but physical
proximity couldn’t fix anything.
She could only watch, pretty dang helplessly, as Quinn