I moved slowly down to my dad's study, slowly trying to suppress my trembles. I had pulled on a pair of hospital scrubs that I had found discarded. I disregarded the sharp shards of various debris cutting at my still bare feet. I came down the stairs and something inside me bristled as I saw the door to my father's study was open. I quickly crossed the space before my resolve disappeared. As I entered the room I felt my front, my control disappearing. This study made me a girl again. I knew that deep down I was still desperate for the sanctuary of my father's study . Seeking out the comfort and protection of my father, who would start making things better while I sat on his sofa with a hot chocolate. As I walked into the room I saw Cecilia was sitting meekly in front of my father's desk
