Why can’t I stop?
The question kept circling in my head like a vulture as Daddy carried me back to the master bedroom. My mother’s diary was still clutched tightly against my chest, her words burning into my soul. She had known. She had tried to save me. And he had…
God, what am I doing? I’m carrying his child. I let him f**k me right there on the floor surrounded by her secrets.
Daddy laid me gently on the bed, but there was nothing gentle in his eyes. He hovered over me, stripping off his shirt before crawling between my legs.
“You’re thinking too much again, babygirl,” he murmured, kissing along my collarbone. “I can see it in your eyes.”
He’s right. I’m spiraling. Every time I learn something new, the guilt gets heavier… but the moment he touches me, my body betrays me completely.
