Things became not simple after that night. For the next few days, Caspian always comes home right at the time for dinner, then goes to my room to read stories starting from the three little piglets to folktales from foreign countries.
"Done," he said as he folded the paper that he have in his hand. He started printing the stories instead of buying a book for it. "Are you satisfied today as well?"
I stole a glance at his face before turning my back at him. I nodded. "Hmm."
After that, I heard his footsteps and the clicking of the bedroom's door. He's like that. Leaving right after fulfilling his fatherly duties.
I tossed and turned myself in the bed to look at the closed door. I said it as a threat before so that he'll let me use my phone but now, it feels like I am the one being threa
