LAKE
“Maverick, wait!”
“Let her go. She needs space.”
I glared at Uncle Moses. “I need to—”
“To apologize? You had the chance, and you blew it. Don’t worry, Homer will send her home. You, you stay put,” he ordered.
As much as I hated that he was right, he made a point. “It’s your fault she left. You all can’t just keep your opinion to yourselves.”
“She’s hurting, and don’t blame it on Papa. What the fuck—”
“Language, son,” Uncle Moses chided Striker.