The Man Who Raised Me
“You do not have to hug anyone.
Not today, not ever.
Nobody in this world gets a hug from you just because they happen to share your blood.
A hug is something you give to people who have earned it, and you get to decide who those people are.
Do you understand me?
You owe her nothing.
Not a hug, not a smile, not one single thing.” Daisy’s shoulders dropped an inch, the tension going out of them, and she let out a small breath.
“Okay,” she said.