MICHELA;
When I opened my eyes, the room was quiet and empty. Daddy was gone. I looked at the side of the bed where he had lain, the pillow still outlined the shape of his head and shoulders.
I sat up slowly. A dull ache pulsed between my legs, deep and warm, leftover from the night before. My lips curved up on their own as I picked bits of what happened last night. The stained sheets were gone from the floor too.
My blouse and denim skirt were nowhere to be found; I was in Daddy’s big shirt. The soft cotton hung off one shoulder and stopped high on my thighs. I had no memory of how I got into it so I knew Miles must have put me in it himself.
My bare feet touched the cool floor. I stood and shuffled toward the door, the hem of the shirt brushing the backs of my legs with every step.
