Chapter 2

I had readied myself mentally for this since the day I informed on the situation, two and a half weeks ago. Though I convinced myself that I was prepared, I truly wasn't. I avoided my eyes in the mirror as I dry heaved over the sink, stressing. Then again, even though I have visited my father's house many of times, I suddenly felt so small standing in the bathroom. I closed the eyes and placed my hands on the cool surface of the sink, taking in deep breaths to try and calm my raging nerves. Two strong, warm hands placed themselves at my shoulders and began massaging my tense muscles. As he hit a particular knot, I groaned and began to relax under his hands. His scent lingered over me, blanketing me in it, reminding me that he was here to help and protect me. "You were worrying me." He said as he pulled me to his chest. "I was calling for you but you never answered."

"I'm worrying myself." I tried to joke weakly and sent him a weary smile in the mirror.