"Like... he's your own personal jinx," Deb mumbled. "Wow."
"Uhm, what? No, absolutely not," I rushed out. "Not my anything. I just happen to always be in the wrong place at the wrong time."
"Is that how you feel about Waylen too?" she asked.
I scoffed.
"Waylen is not his father," I stated. "Or his mother, for that matter. He's just a kid. And he's not been dealt the best life. His mom was leaving him at the diner at two years old, Deb. He's innocent in everything. If anything, Waylen is the only thing about Jinx that I've ever felt that I was in the right place at the right time."
"You practically raised that boy while you worked," Deb mentioned. "Stood toe-to-toe with everyone over him."
"And I'd do it again and again," I said. "Because he's a kid and deserves better."
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