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But there should be nothing. If I wanted my relationship with Dad back, there should be nothing.
My finger, which now drew small circles on the vanity table, did nothing to tilt my attention to it. The little distraction wasn't working.
I was home. Today was another day off. But I had nothing to do because Sophie was taking a nap. It was 2 p.m.
She'd been quite unorthodox in her routine lately.
She took naps more, and her demeanor wasn't so stiff.
She even smiled more, not frequently but a bit more than she normally would.
Sophie was getting better— incredibly better. And I was happy for her. I couldn't wait to see how much she’d change in two years.
Just as I had the thought, there was a pang in my chest.
Two years. This volunteering experience would span two years.
I’d be here for two years…
Would I be here for that long? What would the dynamics between Ethan and me be during the course of the years? Would it still be making out here and there? Sex? What exactly did I want?
And Dad.
Would he really come around?
Instantly, I was forced to recall the events of three nights ago— forced because I’d deliberately forced them out of my head.
It wasn't healthy for me at this time to think about it, but now that I had questions, it was inevitable.
“We shouldn't…”
That was what he said after…..he pulled away. It just showed how much of a weakling I was. He could pull away, but I couldn't.
Despite knowing that it was wrong… despite still being filled with the guilt of what I did to Dad, I allowed it.
Honestly, I felt like a fool afterward.
What would Ethan even think of me, knowing the state of things between me and Dad?
God, this was getting tougher than I ever imagined. It was getting even more complicated.
But that night was different. Call it overthinking, but it was.
He’d opened up to me about his wife… his past.
It took a level of regard for anyone to open up about their past. More so a past like his.
Aside from the meaning that he trusted me, another thing I'd also termed his confession to was that he regarded me. That, at least, was a consolation. For what? I didn't know.
Suddenly feeling thirsty, I stood up to get some water.
I grabbed a kimono, shrugging it on before strapping it below my underbust. Then headed out of their room.
I stopped at Sophie’s room to check on her. She was still asleep. With a small smile, I softly closed the door and continued my journey to the kitchen.
At least I was doing something right. Sophie was proof.
I descended the stairs with a bit of happiness and finally reached the kitchen. I opened the fridge, but before I grabbed a bottle of water, I heard sounds. It was faint… and recurring.
