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Her father had given her a going away party, soether in the park at the town square It had been an open invitation, andthe barbecue and handing out grad gifts and ishes

I shouldn't have gone, should have left, yet I foundto the shadows like a predator because I’d seen Dolly in a whole new light

A dangerous light

The kind thatto make her mine

I re at the way her little white dress with the pink flowers hugged her curves At eighteen, she was built like a woman, curvy and full, thick and… perfect

Mine

But I hadn’t made a move, didn’t even say one word to her And over the years of her being ahen I saw her the few times she came to town to see her father on breaks, I felt that need for her grow even more intense

Because those tilass of water as I crawled through the dry desert

Of course I kneanting her “wasn’t right” I’d told myself that a hell of a lot But fuck if I couldn’t stop htly in o after what I wanted

I pushed those thoughts away—tried like hell anyway—and cleaned up Half an hour later, I was showered and dressed and pulledlot of the auto shop As one of the best daood at my job

I could fix anything, my hands like the paintbrush of an artist,on a heart I could fix a lot of shit, but I hadn't been able to fix e; people could change And I’d been living with that motto for fifteen years

I parked ine When I saw her car in the lot, sohtened in the pit of my stomach I wanted to fix her car for the simple fact I wanted to make sure she was safe on the road… I wanted to know she was cared for