“You don’t have to buy me groceries, Griffin. I’m fine.” He grabbed my arm, his voice pleading. “I want to, Lexus. Please. And you’re not fine, and it’s okay to admit it. I’ve been there, you know? I’ve lived with… — Kellie McAllen Copy Share Image
“Griffin, what are you doing?” He winced and bit his lip then glanced at the floor a few times before replying. “Phoenix said there wasn’t much food at your house. I thought you could use some groceries.” When he looked… — Kellie McAllen Copy Share Image
