The next day felt like the new normal had settled in with teeth. The rain had eased into a persistent mist that clung to everything in Willow Creek, turning the lilacs along Maple Lane into soft, dripping ghosts. Amina had been back at college for almost a week, and her texts were coming more frequently now — always casual, always with that new name threaded through them like it belonged there.
Elias woke me the way he had every morning since she left: curled tight around me from behind, one hand already between my thighs, fingers pushing his c*m from the night before deeper while he whispered against my ear.
“Still dripping with Daddy,” he growled softly. “My load from last night is still leaking out of this tight little p***y while my daughter is probably waking up next to texts from t
