Chapter 16: The Bench at Midnight (Elena's POV)
The old park looks smaller than I remember. Street lamps glow yellow the fountain trickles soft water into the night air. The bench sits under a big oak tree leaves rustling in the breeze. I walk slow heart pounding loud in my ears. The black dress Matteo picked clings to me short tight no bra no panties just like he wanted. A reminder even here I'm theirs.
I see Daddy first. He sits on the bench back straight hands on his knees. He looks thinner face lined deeper eyes tired but when he sees me he stands quick like he can't believe I'm really here.
"Elena," he says voice thick. He opens his arms.
I step closer let him hug me. His arms wrap tight around me smell of old cologne and whiskey and home. For a second I close my eyes let myself f
