Quote by Stacia Kane
““He leaned over her, rested his head on her shoulder, and clung to her, his tears soaking into her shirt. What the fuck was she supposed to do with this? Hug him and say something comforting? He was blackmailing her and now she was supposed to take care of him like some kind of fucking nanny or something? She didn't know how to do that. What did people do to comfort each other?””
