|Ever|Sunbeams creep through the cracks of the heavy drapery, dots narrowing on my face.Groaning, I slap the pillow over my face. I've been up all night, the elevator scene replaying on a loop—his voice, my body betraying me.I grit my teeth, already exhausted at the thought of facing him again.The faster I give his maniac father what he wants, the quicker I separate myself from their madness. But how? Time is running out. A week. That's all he gave me. The doorbell rings.And I drag my body off the bed, rubbing my eyes. Before I get to the door, my father is already there.He opens it, and the middle-aged housekeeper saunters in, her eyes lighting up brightly as they land on Dad. They linger, shifting the room from cozy to electrifying.I clear my throat, and my father jumps slightly, whirling around in his wheelchair to look at me. "Morning, sweetpea," he calls, a tiny discomfiture seeping from his voice."Good Morning, Dad, " I smil
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