Myra collapsed in tears as soon as she was alone in her apartment.
Her chest hurt, burned.
This betrayal from her father was almost as bad as the first one.
How did she go from being her father’s precious only daughter one day to being the person he could do all the horrible things to?
She wanted to go confront him and yell in his face, but she would only be putting Greg in trouble.
A few of the others knew, but no one told her, perhaps for that same reason.
It was about 4 am now, and she had been on her feet all day, but somehow she could not go to bed.
Her head felt hot, and she feared she might drop in a faint at any moment, but she could not sleep even if she wanted to.
She dragged herself up, and still in her party dress, dug out the professor’s painting of Nova and rolled
