She gave him everything — and he made sure she felt every bit of it.
Sir nodded once at Daddy — a quiet, unhurried acknowledgment that carried the full weight of everything that did not need to be said out loud — and then he took my hand and led me down the hallway toward the playroom.
Behind us, I heard the familiar sounds of Daddy beginning to clear the table, the soft clink of plates and the running of water, and something about the domesticity of it, the ordinary rhythm of it against the charged anticipation of where I was going, made the contrast feel almost unbearable in the best possible way.
At the playroom door, I did not wait to be told. I was already bare — Sir had walked me from the bedroom this way, unhurried and unapologetic, as if my nakedness were simply a fact of the ev
