After that day, the house was cold in the morning. I walked down the long hallway. My bare feet made a dull slapping sound on the hardwood floor. I stopped by the kitchen doorway and Dorian my stepdad stood by the counter, holding a glass of water to his mouth. He did not even turn his head to look at me, but I felt he was disturbed.
I looked at his hands as his fingers gripped the glass hard. My skin remembered those hands from the night before. I remembered the heavy weight of his fingers around my wrist and his he made me feel, the memory made my mouth dry. My mind told me to turn around, go back upstairs and lock my door until he left the house but my legs did not move backward. I stepped into the kitchen instead.
I needed to see him. I needed to know if he felt the same thing I'm fe
