Kiara.
The door was left open when I got to Uncle Lucien’s house. But the light was off; only the sitting-room lamp glowed through the gap.
I stepped inside and pushed the door shut behind me. Then I found him. Uncle Lucien sat on the long couch like he owned the whole night. He looked up at the wall clock.
“Ten,” he said. His voice was quiet. “You finally made it here.”
I stood there with my bag still on my shoulder. “Hi, Uncle.”
He smiled the soft way he always had when I was little. “Go shower… and come back to watch a movie with me… if you want.”
I went upstairs, took a quick shower, and pulled on a black nightgown that I had bought on my way here. No bra. No panties.
The TV was on when I walked back to the sitting room. I sat next to him, no space between us. My head rested on
