I am chubby but I'm his obsession
His massive arm is draped heavily over my waist, holding me flush against his chest, while the electric heating blanket is tucked securely around both of us.
Panic—cold, sharp, and suffocating—seizes my throat.
Oh, God. Oh, God, no.
My mother’s voice instantly slices through the quiet morning haze, shrill and merciless. “You’re too heavy, Chrysler! Stop leaning on me, you’re going to break my back. Why do you always have to take up so much space?”
I scramble backward so fast my elbow bangs painfully against the leather door panel.