“I know.” The kid’s voice cracked. “I just… I didn’t know where else to go.”
“Looks like it,” Marisol said.
Marisol set down the glass. She’d seen that look before—in the mirror, twenty years ago, when she was still Marco and the world felt like a locked room. She pulled out a stool. “Sit. I’ll make you a hot chocolate. None of that powdered stuff—real milk, real chocolate.” freeshemales tube
“We’re not open for another hour,” Marisol said gently. “I know