Aubrey’s POV
I’m staring at a complete stranger in my home. A young-ish, tall-ish, relatively attractive bottle blonde woman that I don’t know. She’s wearing a shirt that I vaguely recall having seen my dad wear once or twice. Neither of us have much to say at first. I decide that she seems harmless enough and isn’t likely to attack me, so I shut the door.
“Do you care to explain who you are and what you’re doing here?” I ask, guarded. “Or should I call the cops on you for trespassing?
“Oh, you must be Dave’s daughter, Aubrey!” The strange woman says nervously. “I’m, uh, a friend of Dave’s. Lori. He wasn’t feeling well, so he asked me to come over and help him. I guess I must have fallen asleep.”
“Wait, what?” I stammer stupidly at this unexpected house guest. “Are you the
