A light knock on my door interrupted my internal dialogue.
"Come in," I said, but my voice sounded hoarse. I was shaking as my father opened my door. His face looked weird. Oh my god, was he pissed? He must be. Biting my lip, I pulled my legs against my chest, wrapping my arms around them and hugging tight.
He walked into my room and then asked me, "Were you on my computer today?"
Oh f**k. He knew. Of course he knew! I played dumb and said, "Why do you ask?" I couldn't look at him.
He stepped closer to my bed and then said, "I found a... passage that I didn't write. In one of my stories."
Staring at my knees, I tried to feign innocence. Why I bothered, I had no clue. There was only one logical explanation for the added "passage" in his story. Swallowing, I finally lifted my head and s
