I knew I had to answer him.
If I stayed quiet even a few more seconds he would push the door open all the way and see everything. His own son still buried inside me.
I shoved Daniel hard with both hands. He pulled out of me with a wet sound that felt too loud. I scrambled off the bed on shaky legs. My sleep shirt fell back down around my thighs but it did nothing to hide the mess. Come and my own wetness ran down the insides of my legs as I rushed to the door. The handle was already turning under someone’s hand.
I grabbed it and opened the door only a few inches, just enough to put my face in the gap and block the rest with my body.
Mr. Hale stood in the hallway, still dressed in the same clothes from the kitchen.
“What is it?” I asked. I kept my voice low and rough, like I had been d
