Colin
I knock on the door and listen for the sound of movement or anything. I open the door slightly and she is not on the bed. Panic stirs inside of me. I open the door fully just as she walks out of the bathroom. Her clothes are wet.
"Col," she calls out my name and confusion sprawls on my face as she starts to strip out of them.
"I need clothes, I am wet.''
"Are you okay?"
She smiles brightly and the confusion only intensifies "I am fine, can you get me a change of clothes or are you going to keep looking at me like there is something on my face?"
I nod immediately "Sure, your dad has been calling.'
I don't know what is happening, but she might just be in denial. I mean I don't mind it, as long as she is okay. I don't ask her why she is wet because I don't even want to think the worst right now.