“He drinks and mistakes me for mom,” Mandy says, forcing herself to look up at you. She could see that look in your eyes, the look you got when you wanted to protect her, like she needed protecting. “Only once in a while. It’s not a big deal”

You had just found about that her pregnancy was at the hands of her father, after being held at gun point by him, and she couldn’t stand to see the look of pity on your face.

“Watch the fucking look on your face.”