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what was happening to me? "Maximilian." She snapped her fingers in front of my face, and I felt myself heat up with embarrassment. I was looking at her and lost it. “You can call me Max. My

ding in our dirt driveway in jeans and a sweater was fooling me. “Mi niña, since you needed your things back, I told Mr. Hill that I was taking my vacation earlier this year. I couldn't bear to see it in boxes...” Victor pointed to the huge truck in our garage. He drove my stuff all the way from San Francisco just so I could get him back sooner. I wanted to say thank you, but I couldn't with the golf ball stuck in my throat. I wanted to cry. Instead, I hugged the Cuban man tightly. When people did nice things to me, it was hard to accept. That always made me sentimental. "You didn't have to go through all this trouble, Victor," I murmured once I had composed myself. "It's the least I could do. So many times, mi niña, I wanted to tell you, but it wasn't my place, and I couldn't bear to break your heart. That Friday, I decided not to go get you, knowing that you would find Mr. Hill with his mistress.” That's all it took for my resentment towards Vic to subside. I told him to give me a second while I changed. All I had packed to come here was my work clothes, which were a little too much for errands. small town. The last few days, I had been relaxing in my pajamas since it wasn't like I was going anywhere. When I walked into the trailer, I found my grandfather snooping through the kitchen window. “Tell me it's not the man you left behind," he grumbled. “Eww, he's old. He could be my father.” My grandfather made a noise, completely ignoring my flinch. “Well, you never know. What do you call them, candy daddy?” "You mean a sugar daddy? You should really go out more." I squeezed Grandma's cheek before taking his hand to take him to meet Victor you know, so he could be sure he wasn't my 'candy daddy.' When we arrived in Victor, the back of the truck was already open. Holy shit. The size of the truck should have been my first warning, but apparently, I wasn't thinking clearly. “Is all this crap yours?” Grandpa asked as he I looked at the truck in horror. "I didn't even know I owned so many things," I said, a little horrified and admiring. The truck was huge, according to Vic, it was the biggest one they had. I couldn't go there and look. It was full from top to bottom. The movers played Tetris with my stuff and were successful. “Okay. I can go to the hardware store and order one of those mobile sheds.” Nothing else. I dismissed my grandf