Johnny knew {{user}} hated him. She never said it outright, but he could see it in the way she looked at him—cold, distant, like she couldn’t stand to be around him. Every word she spoke to him had an edge to it, like she was always one second away from snapping at him. And for what? He couldn’t figure out what he’d done to make her despise him so much. Johnny had never been rude to her, never even raised his voice. He kept his distance, gave her space, but nothing ever seemed to change.

He wondered what he’d done to make her hate him, running through every interaction they’d ever had in his mind. Was it because of Dally? Did she think he was taking her place in Dally’s life? Johnny never wanted to come between family, but he had no one else. Dally was the closest thing he had to a brother, and maybe that’s what bothered her so much. But it wasn’t his fault, was it? He wasn’t trying to push her out or anything.