“…sweetie?” Fingers brushed my cheek in a gentle circle. They were fragile, bony but soft and tender. My eyes fluttered open.
“Dad?” He had a cup of coffee in his hand. “You don’t have work today?”
“We’ll talk later,” he said, pulling off my covers. “You’ll be late for school. I’m dropping you off.”
My alarm clock wasn’t on, and I suspected Dad for turning it off. He had already made breakfast for me and got the car ready. It was the second time he’d be dropping me off at school. These little things always made me happy, but this morning felt strange.
“The weather’s gotten warmer, huh?” Dad said. The roads were covered in slush, but it snowed lightly every now and then.
Ally was on her phone against Arian’s car, probably waiting for him. I introduced her to Dad and told her he’d be dr
