(POV: Isabelle)
Slowly I pushed the singlet down while standing with my back facing him. The cool air brushed my skin. It wasn't long before I caught the sound of his chair rolling and he was standing near me. Removing the bandage was a small reveal for him, and his cold fingers slowly and gently slid over my skin. Then he pointed to the area around the ink.
"The redness has gone, it is going to heal, " he said. "Alright Dad, "
"Isabelle?" "Yes, "
"You can't be coming here every day." "I am aware."
"Your mother is going to get suspicious." "She already does."
Finally, he released my shirt, and I pulled it back down while turning around to face him. To my surprise, he was standing quite close. Several faint wrinkles in the corners of his eyes appeared as he stretched out his hand. Lov
