My heart dropped.
That was the one thing he never budged on.
Wellbeing.
I slumped in my chair and glared at him.
Well, that was anticlimactic.
Within the chaos churning in my mind an idea lit up.
I leaned over.
Close to his ear.
“Please, Daddy,” I whispered.“I need you.”
He didn’t move. Didn’t speak.
His breathing got a tad heavier.
I don’t know where he produced his phone from but within thirty seconds he was speaking to Dr Montgomery in a voice that left no room for discussion.
She was coming over tonight.
I sat back in my chair and smiled.
Maybe I did believe in princesses after all.
???
I lay there with my T-shirt raised while they whispered like co-conspirators at the other side of the room.
Why was it so difficult?
Could I have sex with my father-in-law or not?
Just a little bit.
To take the edge off.
I stared at the ceiling and waited for my fate to be decided by a doctor and a man in grey sweatpants.
This was my life now.
Pandora would understand.
“You’ll be pleased to know that you’re fully healed, Sayla,” Dr Montgomery said, walking back to gather her belongings.“You’ve made an excellent recovery.”
I nodded politely.
My eyes were on the shadow behind her.
“I’ll see myself out,” she murmured.
We ignored her.
The door clicked shut.
