She thought about that for a minute. “I could go stay with my dad. In Florida.”
“Sweetheart, if they want you in court, they’ll find your ass. Easy. All they gotta do is look up your kin.”
She went silent again.
“It ain’t gon’ be a real marriage,” I reassured. “Like I said, I won’t touch you. Ever. Unless you want me to.”
More silence.
So I guess that was the end of that.
“When this shit blows over, you can go on your merry little way. For now, just deal with it. Cuz honestly, it could be way worse.”
I didn’t mean it to sound like a threat but…I guess there’s only one way to take something like that.
I couldn’t worry about that, though. I had to get my daddy in the ground and tie up a bunch of loose ends before I got the fuck out of Midling. For good this time.