Please Me, Daddy
My chest rose and fell rapidly as I leaned closer to the small window in the door.
Inside the room, Hannah was sitting up on the bed. She was holding a crayon in her small hand, coloring carefully on a white sheet of paper spread out in front of her. Her movements were slow but focused. Beside her was Genesis, dressed casually in shorts and a hoodie, leaning slightly toward her as she spoke.
I couldn’t hear what she said, but whatever it was made Hannah’s lips curve upward before she returned to her drawing, as if this was the most natural thing in the world.