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“But now, Dad?”
“Now, Evie, you’d just have to ask him.”
I restrained the urge to roll my eyes. Of course. There was a reason I was asking Dad instead. “But can't you just tell me lit—”
The low vibration of the telephone interrupted me. Ah fuck.
“I see work calls. Bye-bye, dear. I love you.”
Begrudgingly, I muttered. “I love you too, Dad.”
When the call ended, I frowned at the telephone. I’d been less busy for about half an hour. And now, at a critical moment, the phone decided to ring.
I picked it up. “Evie, I need you in my office.”
My breath caught in my throat at the order. It was soft and kind, unlike the usual Mr. Thorne. It was also the first time he’d addressed me by my first name.
A bit confused, I exited my office and went to his. I knocked before entering. As usual, he was seated behind his desk. But instead of leaning backward against the chair, he leaned forward. Hands were clasped before him on the desk.
“You called for me, sir,” I said.
“I did. Have a seat.”
Was he being polite too?
I took my seat. Somehow, I felt a tad bit uncomfortable under his unnerving stare. Maybe it was because he was being different. Or because I couldn't help the memories of what happened the last time I was here.
After the talk in his study, he’d given me the rest of the week to be with Sophie.
We didn't see each other or speak to each other. After all, it wasn't like there was anything to say. It was, yet again, another mistake.
And both of us had accepted that fact and moved on.
No. Only one of us had moved on. Him. Constant images of his lips against mine made it almost impossible to move on.
Curious gaze peered at me when I looked at him. His lips seemed even more red. Like he’d bitten them many times.
“I wanted to ask…”
This just kept getting better. He never asked. Only ordered.
“What other things will you need to… help Sophie.”
I furrowed my brows in confusion.
He cleared his throat. “I mean. Are…” He paused like it physically hurt for him to release his next words. “Are there any other new methods you’d like to try to help Sophie?”
Well, well, well. Look what we have here. The all-knowing Father finally acknowledged me as his daughter’s therapist.
“Not really, sir. Nothing aside from physical exercise and meditation for now.”
He nodded, inhaling a deep breath. I saw the wheels turn in his eyes before he spoke again. “Sophie used to be cheery. She liked to smile a lot… She was… still is my favorite part of the day.”
Was? So his wife wasn’t?
He breathed. “Sophie is one good thing that has happened to me since…” He trailed. His voice was strained.
Since?
