“Take a breath,” Cameron said. “What did she say exactly?”
I made sure my bedroom door was properly shut and spoke softly into the phone. “I told you, she wants to stay here with me.” I paced around in my boxer shorts. “I can’t live with my niece, you know what I mean? I just can’t. I don’t do well with—”
“With nineteen-year-old women?”
“Exactly.” I sat on the edge of the bed. “I love her, but she’s been here for a day and I’m already feeling a little suffocated. Oh man, Cameron, what am I supposed to do here?”
“You missed out on ten years of her life and you owe her a lot, but she’s not your responsibility. She can’t take you hostage like this.”
“Am I being selfish? Be honest. Am I being a jerk?”
Was I?
“No. Absolutely not. Listen to me, call her parents. Call her dad. They need to
