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Alex

It’s the longest fucking plane trip in the history of the universe. Or maybe just the most miserable. Jenna won’t talk. She’s not giving me the silent treatment—no, she’s quite polite. But there’s no friendly chatter. No making conversation.

And she definitely doesn’t want to be touched. She skitters away from me every time I lay a hand on her waist or touch her hand.

My stomach churns on the flight home, trying to figure out what I missed. Is Jenna really afraid of her father? I don’t think so. But what, then?

We finally land in O’Hare and Don G, himself, picks us up. He acts like he didn’t just bust my balls and slaps me on the back, thanking me for bringing his baby home.

I’m relieved to see Jenna’s affectionate with him, and he with her, so nothing seems amiss there.

“Well, I’ll just get a cab,” I tell Don G.

“You sure? I got no problem taking you home.”

“Yeah, I’m sure.” I cut my glance to Jenna. She’s sick of me trailing her by now, and could probably use some space.

Oddly,