Samuel
The music and our sounds of breathing sucked in the air for a long time and I almost assumed she didn't want to talk her mind anymore. She didn't say a word, didn't make a sound from her mouth, but breathed. Just breathed. I was ready to change the subject but then, her soft, hesitating whisper invaded my senses. "He said... he said I wasn't his daughter." She started. A burn ignited in my chest, the regret that I didn't kill him before taking over my mind.
The burn intensified as she told me everything that happened in the living room, everything the asshole said to her, and she began to sob. Despite the intense burning in my chest, I wanted to listen to her and absorb even the smallest detail she gave me. I tried to soothe her throughout the process, patting her back gently, c
