25. Empty. [Part 2]
I hold the phone in my hand, watching the video again as the night breeze brushes against me. "Is that Summer?" My father’s voice startles me, and I quickly glance over my shoulder to find him leaning against the doorframe. "Yeah." I want to block the phone, I feel vulnerable, but Summer's laugh stops me. I turn my gaze back to the screen, watching her dimples appear as her friend tries to apply mascara on her. So beautiful. "I’ve been watching you. You’ve been sitting on the porch for an hour, watching the same video over and over." I don’t say anything. I just keep watching her. After a long moment, I think he’s gone. But he’s not. My father sits next to me, bending his knees like mine. From the corner of my eye, I see him staring straight ahead, at the view his house offers. "I
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